This time, Harry was standing in a meadow alone. To his left side was the first meadow, where Cho had been. She was standing just a little away from Harry, smiling that same smile that didn't fit with the depressing surroundings of the first meadow. To harry's right side, there was the second meadow, where Ginny had been. She was standing quite a bit away from Harry, her long red hair blowing around her face in the breeze. It was obvious to Harry that he was meant to choose. He was supposed to either go to the dark, sad meadow where his girlfriend, Cho, was standing with her hand held out towards him, or the bright, sunny meadow where Ginny was standing far away, her back to Harry. His immediate thought was to go to Cho. She was his girlfriend, after all. Just as he was about to walk over to the meadow where Cho was standing, he looked over his shoulder and saw Ginny. He couldn't do it. He couldn't go to Cho. Then, his surroundings just vanished, and he opened his eyes to see another completely different place.