I woke up in a dream today
To the cold of the static/And put my cold feet on the floor
Forgot all about yesterday
Remembering I'm pretending to be where I'm not anymore
A little taste of hypocrisy
And I'm left in the wake of the mistake/Slow to react
Even though you're so close to me
You're still so distant/And I can't bring you back
It's true/The way I feel
Was promised by your face
The sound of your voice
Painted on my memories
Even if you're not with me
I'm with you
You/Now I see/Keeping everything inside
You/Now I see/Even when I close my eyes
I hit you and you hit me back
We fall to the floor/The rest of the day stands still
Fine line between this and that
When things go wrong I pretend the past isn't real
Now I'm trapped in this memory
And I'm left in the wake of the mistake/Slow to react
Even though you're close to me
You're still so distant/And I can't bring you back
No
No matter how far we've come
I can't wait to see tomorrow
With you

The twisted and loud screams rung in her ears. Visions were clouding her mind. The colors were consuming her fears, and she felt numbness twitch in her cold body. She heard whispers through the clouds of smoke; Death is upon her... She felt a cold chill down her back and heard screams and saw dead, lifeless bodies� spread throughout the floor she walked on. The room was painted black, blood spilled on the wooden floor. Her hair was a blazing red, and she looked as if she were only eight, alone and unafraid. The bodies looked almost frozen as they lay on the wooden floor. Almost as if they were porcelain dolls. She stopped between them, making sure she didn't step on one. She came to two adults, and looked down upon their dead bodies. A flash of red went through her eyes. And she smiled. She smiled knowing it was Harry Potter's dead parents.

She gasped, waking up from the horrifying nightmare that had awaken her.

The ground she laid on was still cold, and she was consumed by darkness. But she wasn't in the hole anymore. She heard someone screaming not so far away - and a headache formed. She closed her eyes tightly. She was afraid of what had happened to her. The floor was now smooth, instead of rough against her slashed back - and she ached everywhere on her body. She felt so scared. And she told herself not to burst out in tears - and she didn't thankfully. But when she heard the scream ring in her ear once more, this time more painful, she found something familiar in the voice. It was vulgar, a deep hissing voice, she had heard so many times before. It was Draco's voice.

She tried to pull herself up but she was unable too. She noticed she was in a dark room, with no sign of Riddle. It was a familiar room to her too for some reason. And her instincts told her to get the hell out of it. And fast. She tried again, harder, but she couldn't move at all.

"Draco!" she yelled.

"Draco! Draco!" she fought to move, but couldn't.

"Draco! Draco..." she got out of breath and fought to stay awake, a tear falling down from her cheek. "Draco!"

All she could hear was his muffled screams...

Oliver looked at the clock on the side of the bed. It was 7:30. And they still weren't here. He couldn't get to sleep - although Madam Pomfrey told him too. He couldn't stop thinking that something really bad happened. It poked at his mind. In the hospital wing thinking about Voldemort killing people while his body ached horribly isn't the best thing to think about when darkness is everywhere.

Hermione's eyes widened.

"Hermione Granger." the woman said questioningly. Hermione nodded, then looked back behind her.

"Who-" the woman quickly took out her wand, pointing it at the deatheaters, and shouted, "Falsus Impareto!"

The deatheaters quickly found themselves kneeling on the ground - there faces red and their veins showing. Hermione thought it violent even though they would've killed her. The curse was very disgusting - bad imagery. She made a face looking at the deatheaters. She felt a strong feeling of aversion towards them. She saw how Lucius had a look of hatred across his face. He had malevolent look on his face, and she was afraid what he was up too.

When the woman grabbed her hand Hermione had first recalcitrated, but once she looked back at the deatheaters coming towards them, she decided she hadn't a choice.

So she ran.

Ginny felt her arms released from the wall. She felt strange. Something was going on. She looked behind her, and in front, and on the sides. No one was there. She could still here screaming and she carefully walked from the dark room, and tried to follow the voice. She came to a room where she heard the voice loud and clear, and although it wasn't Dracos', she quickly stepped in. She looked up at him.

"Don't." she said. She looked as she did in her last dream. Tom Riddle stood in front of her, with a young girl around 5 years of age standing next to him. Her hair was silky blonde, and she had a silk white gown on, along with a locket tied around her neck. Tears ran down her cheeks, and she whimpered at the sight of Riddle's knife.

Screams still rang to her ears - so loud. But she didn't seem to notice. Colors glowed from her eyes, as if she was under a spell. It didn't irritate her, but the visions she saw from her eyes made her feel as if she was dying. As she stepped toward Tom, fearless, colors blasted in front of her. A portal opened - a blast of gray coming into the dark black painted room. She looked around at the walls. She saw blood red painting glowing on the walls. It read 'Enemies of the heir beware'. She felt tense as she read. On the left wall it read, 'Deathness will soon come to all. Even you'. She didn't understand. Ginny looked down upon her feet. She slightly frowned, and then looked back up at Tom. And she smiled. She smiled knowing it was Harry Potter's dead parents.

"This is the way out, isn't it Tom?" she remarked, slowly looking up at him.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, the little girl still shrieking,

Ginny's hair slowly changed from blazing red to a black, it blended in with the walls in the room.

The girls whimpers went unnoticed, and before Ginny knew it he had swung the girl down on the floor on top of her cold dead parents, and had gripped Ginny's arm. Ginny sensed fear in her though she didn't gasp - or even say a word. She stared him straight in the eye. Her blue eyes faded as she looked at him. Her eyes widened. The faded blue turned to gray - and then to black. Fear struck her. His hand was cold... making chills up and down her spine. She didn't dare move. He looked at her - a face of hatred looking at hers.

"You silly little girl. You can't beat me." He took her by the neck and swung her across the room.

She hit the wall at an incredible speed, and then slowly fell to the ground. She opened her eyes, now turning to a white color, to see nothing other then Tom with the same little girl.

"No!" Ginny shrieked out before seeing him slice the girls neck and then throw her with her parents.

He walked over to her slowly - but still not leaving her time to regain her strength.

He kneeled beside her, his knife to her neck.

"Don't worry, Ginny, you'll be next." the words lingered from his mouth.

Ginny closed her eyes, and opened them again to see nothing other then Draco in back of Voldemort, staring back at her.

Blood red filled her eyes.

Observation
Okay, and must I say, AHHH! Okay, so this chapter is all Ginny and Tom. It kind of reveals a few things. The little girl with the locket **foreshadow**, as well as the dreams **foreshadow** It kind of gets you to know that nothings all reality here... somethings are surreal. And some things are dark.