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Chapter 11 – It gets worst at night
I fell on one of the cushions in the Requirement Room and stared at the ceiling. Today we had to do the punishment Snape gave us and Hagrid took us to the Forbidden Forest. It was awful. Of course we had Hagrid there and he was determined to protect from everything and he seemed to manage it for a while, but then the Dementors came. Not of course because Hagrid took us close to them, as Snape told him, but because those…creatures…can smell despair and sadness from six miles away.
I don’t know if it was just me they craved for or if Neville and Luna have an amount of those feelings in them as well. They probably do; who doesn’t at times like these? I rather doubt however that Neville and Luna are as damaged as I am. Perhaps damaged is a harsh word (hell, if I am damaged then what Harry should say?), perhaps it’s the exact adjective that can describe everything that I felt when their chill reached us among the trees.
And when their cloaked figures appeared all around us, every happy thought I had in me disappeared and everything went cold. And what happened in my first year came alive in my head and I was once again trapped in the Chamber of Secrets, but this time there was no Harry to save me. Because Harry was gone, off to fight Tom Riddle and he wouldn’t return because he would get killed or because he would get captured or maybe because he didn’t even care enough to come back to me; maybe he never really wanted to be with me, maybe he didn’t end it to protect me, maybe he ended it because he didn’t want me to be his girlfriend anymore. And I could see him walking away from me after Dumbledore’s funeral. And then I saw Dumbledore’s body and then Sirius falling through the curtain and then I saw Bill filled with blood after Greyback attacked him and I could see George bleeding from the place his ear should be and…
And then Neville had woken from the nightmare and had called his Patronus. It was like someone turned on the heat, like my black and white surroundings got painted. I had raised my wand too and my Horse Patronus appeared to protect me from all the horrible thoughts those creatures made me think, of all the things I feared, of all the things I didn’t want to remember.
Now back in the Room that had given us so many hopes I felt better. All those things were still there to frighten me and sadden me, but now I had hope. The Dementors hadn’t taken it away and the Death Eaters would never deprive us from it. We all had hope. We hoped to a brighter future, where all humans would be equal and where we wouldn’t be afraid to speak our mind. I hoped that my family would make it through without anymore loses and injuries and that Harry would survive, that he would be with me again and that Hermione would come back to be the usual know it all, who infuriates everybody and who I love very much. I hoped that everything would turn back to how it was supposed to be.

I was cold, but why would I be cold? I was inside the castle…or wasn’t I? I opened my eyes. Darkness. I jumped on my feet and looked around, but I couldn’t make anything out, it was peach black. Just when I felt myself start panicking a light appeared out of nowhere and fell on a figure.
It was a man. I tried to make out who it was, but it was still too dark. He seemed to be unconscious, invisible chains holding him up. I didn’t know if I should approach him or not. Who was he? Friend or foe? And then more light was shed on him and I gasped. It was one of my brothers. I would have recognized the red Weasley hair anywhere. But his head was turned down, his chin touching his chest and I couldn’t see his face and understand who of them was.
I was still looking at him, when slowly blood started dripping off of him, forming a small pond around him. I cried out in shock and started running towards him, I had to help him, I had to save him. But I run and I run and nothing happens, he’s not coming closer, I not approaching him. I stopped trying to catch my breath, my legs hurting from the struggle, but I was still where I was before. I couldn’t reach him.
“Help!” I yelled. “Somebody! Help!”
The echo of my voice came back to me. There was no one else in the darkness, but then a door appeared behind me. Without thinking it I tried to run there, to find out that I could. I opened it, glancing back at the bloodied body of one of my brothers. There had to be someone through that door, someone who could help me.
I found myself in a long and dark hallway. On my left I could see my form reflect on the glass of the windows upon the wall. On my right doors. Lots and lots of doors. Each of them hiding a different path. But those paths I knew were not for me.
I walked further down the hallway. I was determined to reach to its end. To learn where it ended. I felt like I was reading a book I had read many times again; a book, whose end I already knew, because I had already told the story many times. But I wanted to read it again, waiting, hoping that something would be different. I felt like I was close to the end. The end of the book, the end of the hallway, the end of my fears, the end of my hopes…I knew what I had to face what’s coming. I had seen that moment many times. I reached the end and I came face to face with my worst fear.
And I froze completely. Because I couldn’t be here again. I couldn’t. But I was, wasn’t I? I closed my eyes and placed my hands on my head, trying to convince myself that I wasn’t in the Chamber of Secrets.
“It’s a dream, it’s a dream, it’s a dream, it’s a dream, it’s a dream, it’s a dream”, I started saying to myself. “Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!”
“Even if you wake up, you’ll still be trapped miss Weasley”.
I turned. Tom. Of course and I wondered what I couldn’t do without? The way I saw it I had two options. Panic or act crazy. Ginny Weasley does not panic. So I act crazy.
“And I was wondering when you were going to show up”, I said dismissively. “It wouldn’t be a nightmare without you, would it?”
He smirked.
“No, it wouldn’t”, he said. “But am I just a nightmare?”
If I had a mirror I swear I would have seen my face turning white.
“What do you mean?”
“What do I mean?” he laughed. “I am everywhere, Ginny Weasley, I control everything! Your school, the Ministry your father works in, your world. I…I am magic Ginny and you and your friends and your family cannot run away from me”.
“My brother”, I mumbled. “What have you done to him?”
I tried to run pass him and enter the other room where one of my brothers had been but I couldn’t move. My legs seemed unable to obey and anyway even if I managed to move the door I used to come in here was nowhere to be found. I opened my mouth to start swearing at Tom, but no sound came out.
Oh no, my voice! I clenched my throat as I tried to scream as hard as I could, but nothing. I wanted to scream and I couldn’t. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t talk. Soon, though I realized that I could run at the opposite direction than the one my brother was at. And I did. I run farther inside the Chamber looking around, mouthing help with my lips, but with no sound.
Okay, okay. So, this is the Chamber of Secrets. I am in the Chamber of Secrets. So, where’s Harry? Harry has to be here. And suddenly I realized that I didn’t care about being trapped in here, not as long as Harry would come. Not as long as I would get to see him once again.
“He won’t come, Miss Weasley”, Tom called from behind me. I had run away from him, but he was catching on to me with no effort.
Suddenly my voice was back.
“What do you mean he’s not coming?” I asked.
“Potter”, he said. “Isn’t that what you’re looking for?”
“He will come”, I said, my voice steady with conviction. “He will come and he will beat you once again”.
“He can’t beat anyone anymore, Miss Weasley”, Tom said.
“Wha…what do mean?” I mumbled.
His raised his white, thin hand and with one of his long fingers pointed at something behind me. I turned and out of nowhere I could see a big arch that wasn’t there before. And beneath it…
“NO!”
I run there, but stopped a couple of meters away, unable to bring myself to approach him. Harry was lying there, dead. He was flat on his back, his eyes wide open and unmoving. I fell on my knees feeling my insides turning. And I just gazed into his eyes that stared back at me without seeing me.
And I was reminded of Lilly’s eyes in the picture, so alike. And suddenly as my tears begun blinding me, the Chamber disappeared and I was in my mother’s garden among the flowers and in front of me Harry’s corpse disappeared and a woman appeared. I wiped my eyes to see her and I realized that it was her; Lilly. Lilly Potter, looking back at me, with a kind smile on her face and her eyes shining.
“You need to wake up, now, Ginny”, she said with a singing voice that sounded to me rather familiar. “Wake up and don’t worry”.


I woke up with a start to find Luna standing next to me. She had obviously been shaking me to wake up. I sat up and stared at her.
“Are you okay, Ginny?” she asked me. “You must have fallen asleep and you seemed like you were having a nightmare”.
I didn’t know why all of the sudden I felt like that, but a huge lump climbed up my throat. I felt like I had a hot iron burning me from the inside. I tried to suppress it, I did, but I couldn’t. And I just let the tears flow. Yes, that’s correct. Me, Ginny Weasley gave in and started crying.
Luna hugged me, patting my shoulder. I buried my face in her shoulder, still crying my eyes out. Great. Just great. I was losing it. There was no other explanation for me crying my eyes out over a stupid nightmare.
“It’s okay, Ginny”, Luna said still in her singing-like-voice.
I let go of her and shook my head in an attempt to get a hold of my emotions. I swallowed back the next wave of sobs and looked at her apologetically.
“I’m sorry”, I said pitifully.
“Don’t be”, she said. “I can only imagine how this must feel for you. I mean it’s hard to wait around for something you know may never happen, but I guess it’s even harder when you know it’s everything you want”.
I looked back at Luna wide-eyed. She really understands everything, doesn’t she? I gulped and nodded.
“How are you after our little encounter with the Dementors in the Forest?” I asked her. Surprisingly enough Luna too had frozen when they had approached her. She shrugged.
“I heard my mum”, she whispered. “They made me hear her in my head, moments before she casted that spell that caused her death”.
My eyes widened.
“Oh, Lu”, I said and hugged her. “I’m so sorry”.
I felt guiltily stupid now. There I was crying my eyes out, when nothing bad had happened yet. At least nothing unfixable. Luna could never have her mother back. But I still had a chance, a tiny chance of seeing Harry and Ron and Hermione again. And I was going to hold on to that chance. I nodded to Luna and we both got up and started walking towards the exit of the Room.
I wonder, do we all know where we belong? And if we do, deep inside, why don’t we do something about it? There has to be something more in this life. A purpose…a place to belong to. I knew Harry was my home. I knew it for the very first moment. But now he wasn’t here.
Maybe all of our hearts are like refugees. Maybe we are all refugees. But now I understand that we really have nothing to be afraid of. The world we live in…the lives we protect…everything is a part of something bigger than us. When I look at my friends, fighting for a better future, I can see it so clear. I can see the will to live, the hope for a better life. And I know that we have to fight for it. We have to fight, we have to bleed our hands and scratch our legs, but it’s gonna be worth it…


-Angie-
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