It was dark. He was walking in a forest but he couldn't see where he was going. There were trees everywhere.

"How did I end up in here?" he thought "I have to find a way out".

He looked to his right and left but all he could see were trees, tall and creepy trees and he didn't want to find out what or who those trees were hiding. So he stayed on the path.

It was hard to see where he put his feet because the path was invisible behind a dense fog.

Every step was hard because his entire body hurt, especially his chest. It was like someone was squeezing his heart. It was extremely painful and made it hard to breath. He looked down to his hands and saw he was shaking, not from cold, from something else.

He decided he had to keep moving. He looked to his right and saw yellow eyes watching him in the middle of the trees. And then he heard noises.

"This bloody forest isn't safe and where's everybody?".

He wanted to run but it was like some invisible ropes were suddenly around his legs, stopping him from taking any more steps. He didn't have any other choice but to keep moving slowly and with difficulty.

It felt like he was walking for hours now.

"Maybe I'm at the Forbidden Forest and I'll find Hagrid. He surely can tell me how to get out of here".

But he couldn't find Hagrid.

After some time he was losing all hope of ever find a living soul. And then he saw someone.

"Wait" he screamed. But the figure started running. He ran too because he really wanted to find out who that person was. And why was it so dark and cold? Why was he feeling so sad all of the sudden? Was it dementors? No. It was something else. He knew that feeling. It felt like something was missing, something really important.

Yes, he knew that feeling too well. That had been the only thing he felt for the past few months. Since the Battle of Hogwarts. Since the end of the Second Wizarding War.

A laugh woke him up from his thoughts. The person was now standing still right in front of him.

He could see him smiling and slowly walked closer to the man. He wasn't feeling scared. There was something about the way the man was smiling that was making him feel good. He was feeling so good now that it almost hurt.

A closer step and he could see the red hair. It was so red that it looked like the man's head was on fire. Another laugh.

"Fred?"

A strong green light lightened the skies and Ron woke up. He was on his bed in the Burrow and all he wanted to do was cry.