How awful would it be to see those you love die in your dreams every night? I think it would be almost more than I could handle. Let's see how well Harry and Ginny take it... BrknLight

Chapter One

Ginny awoke to darkness, a silent scream caught on her lips. She had had that dream again, for the fourth night running. There was sweat standing out on her forehead and her breathing came to her in short, shallow gasps.

"Hermione?" she whispered. "Are you there?" But from the darkness came only silence. Quietly, she pulled the quilt from off her legs and crept to the other side of the room she shared with Hermione in the Order of the Phoenix headquarters at 12 Grimmauld Place. She wasn't in her bed, which wasn't really surprising. Hermione had taken to sneaking out of her bed late at night to meet Ron in different places around the house. Most of the time they would just talk, but sometimes… Well, Ginny had found them in the morning more than once, hidden in a corner of the drawing room, curled together under a blanket.

But Ginny wasn't thinking about that now. She needed something to calm her nerves, and help her to get back to sleep. So, she slipped down the stairs and into the hallway on the ground floor. A light coming from the kitchen in the basement sparked a grain of curiosity in Ginny. She slowly descended the stairs, listening with all her might, trying to discover who was in the room before entering.

She poked her head around the corner and had to stifle back a gasp. Harry sat in front of the fire on the floor, a half drunken bottle of fire whiskey at his side. She crept up next to him and sat down. He didn't even notice, or seemed not to. After a few minutes of sitting in the silence of crackling flame, Harry whispered, "What are you doing up?"

"I was going to ask you the same question," Ginny replied. He didn't answer, but reached out a grabbed the bottle next to him.

"Thinking," he said as he took a swig of whisky. Ginny pulled the bottle from his hand.

"You shouldn't be drinking this," she told him.

"It doesn't matter anymore," he said. "I don't care."

"What do you mean you don't care? And what doesn't matter?" Ginny asked him. "There's still a war going on out there. We still have to fight and we need you, Harry. We need you to be sober."

"What if that's not what I need?" Harry replied hotly. "What if I need to forget everything that's happened? Everyone who died when the Death Eaters destroyed Hogwarts, the people I've had to kill to protect my friends, the people that died protecting me." He hung his head, looking at his hands in his lap.

"It's not your fault that Malfoy died, Harry," Ginny whispered. "He was daft enough to jump in front of that curse aimed at you."

"But it was his own father," Harry whispered. "He was killed by his own father to save me."

"Draco and Lucius followed their own paths, and will pay for it in their own ways. It's no fault of yours, so stop worrying about it."

"But I can't. It's everywhere I go, everything I see reminds me of it." He stood up and started pacing the room. "It's like this blasted house!" he suddenly screamed. "I can't stand to be in here!"

"Harry," Ginny said standing up as well. She watched him pace, helpless to do anything but just stand there.

"Sirius is dead because of me!" Harry cried at her. "And now, I have to live in this MAD HOUSE!" He threw a chair to the ground. The back came away from the seat. He walked to the wall and slammed his head against the brick.

"Harry," Ginny said as she walked to his side. "Please relax. I know it hurts. We've all lost people who were important to us, people we loved."

"I just don't want to hurt anymore," Harry said quietly. He turned to Ginny. "Please make it go away."

"Make what go away?" she asked.

"The pain." His eyes were filled with a sorrow that was painful for Ginny to even look at.

"I don't know if I can," Ginny said. "I wish I could."

"Please try. You're a really powerful witch, Ginny; you must know some spell to get rid of it. Maybe if you and Hermione work together-"

"Oh, Harry, it's not that easy. Things like this just don't go away."

"But I want it to. I need it to. I can't function. I can't do anything. I don't even want to do anything anymore." He walked to the stairs. "I'm going to try to bed. Goodnight Ginny."

"Goodnight, Harry," she replied. And as she watched him climb the stairs, she took a swig from the bottle of fire whisky still in her hand.

Ginny awoke the next morning with her head on the kitchen table. She had stayed up staring into the dying fire and thinking about Harry. Her thoughts weren't often far from him but they had changed in nature; she was now trying to find ways to help him instead of daydreaming fantasies where they ended up together.

This hope had faded in and out over the years since she had met him the summer before her first year at Hogwarts. True, she had dated other boys from school but none of them compared to Harry, no one did. Which is why she tried not to do too many comparisons.

But this new problem of his was utterly consuming Ginny's every thought. She knew she had to do something for him, anything. He couldn't keep going like this. He would get drunk almost every night, especially when the other members of the Order were gone, even if Ginny herself didn't see it she knew he did. Andit was fairly often asthe house was emptyof adults as theywere constantly out doing whatever they could to stop the return of the Dark Lord.

That was why they needed Harry. He could stop him, make the whole mess disappear. But he wouldn't, he couldn't, not in the state he was in. Ron and Hermione weren't really any help either. They just kept saying he would come around and everything would be fine. But Ginny knew differently.

She never pretended to be able to See, but the dreams she had had lately were more than enough for any person to believe they had that ability. They left her sweating, shaking and sometimes screaming when she awoke in the middle of the night. The dream was always the same; sometimes starting differently but every time, it ended the same.

"Ginny," said a voice from the staircase. "What're you doing down here?" Hermione and Ron were coming down the stairs hand in hand as usual.

"What do people usually do in a kitchen?" Ginny asked wearily.

"Not sleep," Ron pointed out. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing, don't worry about it," Ginny said getting up from the table. "I'm going to get dressed. I'll be back down in a minute."

After she had dressed and was heading back downstairs, a strange whim over took Ginny, a desire that she could not suppress. She hurried back upstairs to Harry and Ron's room.

"Harry?" she whispered as she stood in front of the door and knocked softly. "Are you in there?" No sound came from the room. But then there was something…a whimper? Was Harry crying?

Ginny opened the door.

Harry was laying in his bed, the blanket and sheets twisted around his legs as he thrashed in his sleep. Ginny ran to his side and grabbed his shoulders to stop him from hurting himself.

"Harry!" she cried. "Harry wake up!" He stopped moving and opened his eyes, breathing heavily.

"Ginny?" he asked bewildered. She nodded and he flung his arms around her. "Oh, thank God!" he cried. "I was so scared. You were – were,"

"Were what?" Ginny asked as he let her go enough to look at her.

"Dead," Harry whispered and looked down, releasing her completely. Ginny looked at him closely. His eyes were red and bloodshot, his skin pale and dappled with sweat. It seemed that she wasn't the only one having nightmares.

"Tell me about it," Ginny told him. Harry looked up at her again, his green eyes searching her brown ones. Searching for what, Ginny didn't know. But whatever he found there he seemed to like.

"I've been having this same dream for a while now," he said looking at his hands again. "All summer, to be exact. It'll start with me flying over the grounds at Hogwarts, before it was burned,and then I'll lose control and crash into the lake, but instead of hitting the water, I'll hit a stone floor and I'm in the dungeons, only the room is completely empty and I'll turn around and around, looking for a way out.

He stopped and looked back up at Ginny. "And then you're there, standing in front of me, holding out your arms to me. I walk towards you but then you fall to the floor, like something hit you. And I'll run to your side and turn you over," he paused and pulled hair out of her face, placing it be hind her ear. "I'll move your hair from your face and you'll be staring at me blankly and I'll cry and cry over your body, holding you and rocking back and forth."

"I'm so sorry," Ginny said quietly. "That's a terrible dream."

"But that's not all," Harry said. "I hear this laugh, Voldemort's laugh. And then he says, 'I'll destroy everything you…'" he trailed off.

"Everything you what?" Ginny asked. Her breath was caught in her chest. She was daring to hope that maybe, just maybe he was going to say love.

"What're you guys doing?" Fred said from the doorway. "Breakfast is ready. C'mon downstairs." He turned around and headed back down the stairs.

"We should go down," Harry said getting up from the bed. Ginny stared at him open mouthed as he slipped on his shoes. He wasn't going to finish telling her the dream?

"What did he say?" Ginny prompted him as they left the room. "In you dream, what did you-know-who say?"

But just then George came tearing down the stairs after them with a cry of "Food!" and Harry whispered a hurried, "I'll tell you later" to her as they entered the ground level and started down to the basement kitchen.