I was sitting alone on my bed that night. I stared up at the stars. Suddenly pain racked my body, spreading from my forehead. I shrieked in pain, crumpling to the ground. The images of the room started to fade.
I was in the department of mysteries. I wasn't human. I smelled him. He smelled so good. My tongue flicked the air tasting it. The salt of sweat, The sweetness of his blood, it was all so good.
"No!" I shrieked, coming out of the vision. "ARTHUR!" The amount of energy it used to break the connection had drained all of my strength. I collapsed completely on the floor and fell asleep
When I woke up Harry had already reported the contents of the dream to Dumbledore so there was nothing I could do. Hermione was frantic, trying to decide whether to worry about me, Harry, or the Weasly's. I chose the Weasly's to worry about. As soon as I woke up I went to find Fred and George. I found them in Dumbledore's office. They were sitting in stone silence along with Harry, Ron, Dumbledore, and Ginny. Ginny ran at me and wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her face into my chest sobbing. I wrapped my arms around her and let her cry in the otherwise silent room. The twins got up and they each put their foreheads on each of my shoulders. They weren't crying, but they just found comfort in the touch. Ron was staring absently on the couch, but every once in a while he would shoot a worried look at Harry.