Harry was lying in a bed, in the infirmary at Hogwarts. He sat up, and it all came rushing back to him. He had taken a bludger to the head, and had been knocked out. TThe meadow had been a dream, and a bloody weird one at that. But weird as it was, Harry couldn't shake the feeling that it really meant something. Something about his relationship with Cho. Her meadow had been sad, miserable. It had been horrible. Whereas Ginny's meadow was warm, sunny, happy. Eventually, Harry came to the conclusion that he had to break up with Cho. The dream had too much meaning for him to just forget about it and not do what the dream was essentially telling him to do. Then, Ron came in.
"Harry! You're awake!" He exclaimed.
"Yea. Nice to see you." replied Harry.
"I came to visit you yesterday, and so did Hermione. Ginny came too, and so did Neville, Fred, George and Seamus. And of course, Cho spent every spare moment sitting beside your bed." Said Ron.
"How long was I unconsious?" Asked Harry.
"Two days." Replied Ron.
"That beater has a hell of a swing. Never heard of a beater that can knock someone out for two days with a bludger before." Said Harry.
"Yea, me neither. We still won, though!" Replied Ron happily.
"Great. Meybe we'll win the cup." Said Harry.
"If we don't, then there's something not quite right." Replied Ron.
"Yea" Said Harry, swinging his legs out of the bed.
"Oh yea, I forgot. Madam Pomfrey said you had to stay here until she says otherwise." Said Ron disappointedly.
"Oh." Said Harry, getting back into bed.
"Well, I've got to go now. I'll come back later, unless you're allowed to leave." Replied Ron, getting up.
"Ok. Bye, Ron" Said Harry. Once Ron had left, Harry lay back down, and started to drift off to sleep. Although his dream had given him a lot to think about, and he would take advice from it, he defenitely did not need another one.