Do Dreams Ever Come True?

She lingered after breakfast just to be alone with him. She would position herself in such a way that she could gaze across the table at his glorious face. Her movements became less discreet as she could no longer hold her feelings from him.

She thought he was so dreamy! He was rough and rugged. Standing against the odds was this solitary figure. He was all her many dreams combined. He could sweep her off her feet in her dreams. She did not care whether the world collapsed as long as she could be with him.

Ginny did not care what her brother, Ron, thought. She knew Ron would not approve but was willing to take all the teasing in the world; all she needed was him, her heartthrob. He could fight off Ron single-handed that was if he felt the same way.

She was sure that Hermione would be more understanding and would support her. Hermione had experienced love so she would sympathise but something in Ginny stopped her from confiding in Hermione. It might have been the image in her head of the disapproving look on Hermione's face if she did not understand or that Hermione may tell Sirius her true feelings.

Saying his name, even thinking it, made her whole body tingle with joy but soon this feeling was overcome by the ever growing apprehension she had about telling Sirius how she felt.

While in Grimmauld Place she would disappear for hours on end and contemplate her emotions. It had been all right up until she had moved to the Black household. She had seen pictures of Sirius Black in Daily Prophet and thought he was quite handsome but he was criminal and out to kill her ex-crush, Harry.

But now she new the truth and the criminal was now a kind young man, a little worn from his stay is Azkaban but not any worse for wear. He loved Harry like a son and would kill himself just to save Harry. This courage spurred her feelings to grow towards him. He had been tortured and was still under attack but throughout had kept going. He was role model for any young person but yet his courage had to be bottled. Forced to live in an under world were his friends had to deny his very existence.

Many would have thought that being in such close quarters with, the sometimes moody, Sirius would help Ginny realise that they were a world apart but it only made her feelings grow stronger. She grew in confidence around him. Ginny the once shy and quiet young girl became bolder.

When Sirius would climb the many stairs up to where his hippogriff, Beak, was residing she would follow in his wake. She would creep slowly up the old staircase and hide in the shadows so not to be spotted. She would glimpse him through the keyhole and use the extendable ear to listen to his conversations.

It was in this way she discovered a very new side to Sirius. She knew he was kind but she had never thought he might, too, have worries. Sirius would tell all his woes to Beak, who was unable to respond back but it allowed Sirius to take a heavy weight of his chest. Ginny learnt that inside this rough and strong looking person was a sensitive and caring guy who would do anything for the people he was concerned about.

These made her feelings for him grow even more. This was no normal teen crush. Well at least she thought it was not.

But he had never even mentioned her in his long conversations with Beak and so as the time to return to Hogwarts grew nearer she realised that she could not reveal these emotions until she returned.

On the Hogwarts Express she dwindled over how she could reveal her deep emotions and it struck her that it would be best to write a letter to him. During the term she wrote many different draughts but each was unable to picture her real emotions. She had a burning desire just to scream it out to the whole world.

She came to her senses and realised that the two of them would never be so started dating other boys, all the time, though, her heart was still with Sirius.

She thought she was finally over him but as Christmas came closer her feelings towards him multiplied. It did not help that Harry also mentioned him on occasions and feelings she had forgotten about would come rushing back. Anxiety kept hitting her like a blizzard every time he came back into her head. Worry rushed in her body as the thought of her having to place her eyes upon his beautiful face again became apparent.

Her first glimpse, since the summer holidays, of him made her even more concerned for him. Although rosy in the Christmas cheer there was something about him that brought a sense of fear to her. His beautiful eyes now were restless and he was hiding something. The so-called sightings of him and the ever-growing media pressure were draining him of his once youthful look. The others did not really notice but she knew. Her months of studying his every movement had meant she felt as if she knew what he was thinking. There was a far bigger worry on his mind.

Her knight in silver armour was no longer as strong. The gleam from his eyes was no longer as bright. His walk was more struggled, less elegant than her hero. There was something wrong.

She was soon lost in the festivities and her emotions were put to one side. Sometimes she felt as though she should ask him what was wrong but no, she could not. She told herself over and over again "Your over him".

During her busy days at Hogwarts she thought nothing of him but when she dreamt he was always there saving her life or wooing her but she dismissed these dreams just as she had done with the letters. Unfortunately the more she did this the more frequent the dreams became. They became so vivid that she could have sworn Sirius was standing over her bed gazing into her eyes but they always ended. Sometimes she wished she would never wake up and stay with him forever.

Then the night came when Harry dreamt Sirius was being tortured.

Ginny was hit with a tidal wave of emotion. She had to save him! She could deny it no longer. She loved him! Her love raged inside her encouraging her to keep going.

When they reached the Department of Mysteries she was relieved that Sirius was not there but also apprehensive on where he maybe. Although the Death Eaters disabled her she tried to keep going. The pain was blanked out by the concern she had for Sirius. It was no good she had to stay where she was with Ron and the others while Harry and Neville fought on. Unable to really move thoughts wafted through her head, "Where could he possibly be?", "Is he all right?" and "Why is he not here?". She wanted him to rush in and tell her everything would be all right. She wanted it to all be a dream, Sirius would walk in and rescue her and she would wake up in Hogwarts.

The battling finally finished and shockingly Lupin emerged through a door. Ginny first question was "Where is he?". She could see that Lupin was fighting back tears but suddenly he smiled.

"Ginny, Harry is fine. He is with Dumbledore and so is in safe hands."

Ginny could feel her anger building. Harry was all everybody thought about even Sirius' only concern was poor Harry. "No! Sirius is he all right?"

There was a silence. Ginny could see that Lupin was surprised by her snappy reaction. She waited patiently for him to respond but with every second she became more distressed.

"Um... Sirius is..."

He is in the other room Ginny thought to herself, probably dishing out a few more punishments to those horrible Death Eaters.

"DEAD!"

The last word hit her like a bullet in her chest. Her heart pounded and it felt as though a thousand daggers had been dropped upon her. The pain in her ankle had disappeared. Sirius is DEAD! He cannot be, she told herself. He is in the other room punishing the Death Eaters for their years of torment. She tried to get into the other room but Lupin restrained her.

Tears burned her face like hot ashes. She realised her love and her dream had been smashed in one final blow.