Do Dreams Ever Come True?

It was her last day at Hogwarts and she was so thankful that she could stop pretending to be so happy that they all had come back alive. From time to time she even wished that she had died just to be with Sirius. Just thinking about the incident made a tear come to her eye.

She sat alone in the darkness of her dorm, the others having retired to bed, thinking over everything. Her dear Sirius was gone. "But maybe not" she said aloud, to which a member of her dormitory stirred. "He may not be dead." She thought, controlling her burning desire to scream it out "Yes of course. He is just fighting a couple more Death Eaters."

She told herself this so often she was starting to believe it. She was unable to accept that Sirius would ever leave her. "He could disappear like a shot. Yes, Lupin was covering for Sirius. Sirius is in hiding so not to attract anymore unwanted attention." Ginny was certain that he was simply in a secret location. "Of course, they could not tell us. We may reveal where he is, but I know Sirius, he would not abandon anybody if they needed him and I need him!"

She could not stop herself from crying. It had been the first time since his disappearance that she had critically thought over the matter. She had always denied to herself that he was dead but now old memories were flooding back. She could not go to sleep now; she might have one of those nightmares again.

Well, they were not nightmares exactly. Mainly they were images of Sirius floating in a black motionless sky. These she could just about handle, she occasionally even enjoyed seeing his bold, handsome face outlined by the dark storm clouds.

Right now, though, she really did not need it, but all this thinking and crying had made her exhausted and she could not prevent the shroud of sleep overcoming her.

She was standing in the corridor, in front of her stood the large door that lead to the Department of Mysteries but glancing around her there were none of her fellow companions from the dreaded night. No, all around her was an eerie silence. A silence that grew ever larger as if feeding on her fright and all that intercepted it was the heavy pounding of her heart.

Suddenly she was full of a warm, joyful feeling. Dispelling the silence with one swift blow. The same feeling she got whenever she had set her eyes upon that courageous figure. For no apparent reason she had the urge to grab hold of the doorknob. As she turned it, her heart was full of hope. She was certain that Sirius was right behind the door. He would greet her with a hug and everything would be fine.

But as she opened the door, and the light from the corridor flooded the room, all that hit her was a huge draught of cold air that ruffled her already messy ginger hair. He was not there and once again her hopes were drained and her chest became so heavy she was finding it difficult to breathe. She saw the door to the room where she had been restricted due to her ankle and she walked towards it as if some invisible line was drawing her in the direction of that door but something caught her eye.

She turned her whole body towards it. Something was glinting through one of the keyholes. It looked like sparks from a wand. Could it be? Was he in there fighting with a couple of Death Eaters? She shook all over. She placed her trembling hand on the doorknob, clenched her hand and tried to open it. But no! It was locked. She flung herself against it but it would not budge. She desperately tried to see through the keyhole but her attempts were in vain. Her search for him had become more urgent and she rushed to the original door she had aimed for, however the room started moving and the door was no longer visible to her.

In her desperation she grabbed the nearest door and threw herself inside the room. She looked around. No Sirius!

She fell to the floor in a heap. Where is he! Her heart raged like a burning furnace, the flames increasing with every failed attempt to find him. She was now no longer trembling with fear but instead with anger. She was going to find him wherever he was! Tears streaming down her face she lifted herself to her feet. Staring around the room she was full of a cold feeling. It made her heart pound and her breathing became slow and struggled.

In the middle stood an arch. Could this be the arch? The arch through which Sirius had apparently fallen. Something told her not to go any closer but her lust to find him engulfed the growing sense of fear and she was again spurred onto look for him.

What if her fears were proved true? What if he was dead? Ginny put these fears behind her and full of confidence approached the arch. "He is just behind the veil", she told herself.

The arch was twice her size but did not intimidate her at all. She was determined that he would be there. With that she lifted up the veil.

For a minute she could have sworn that was him in the shadows but suddenly the realisation hit her like a sandstorm in the desert, unexpected and with no mercy. He was dead!

She turned on her heels and ran. She did not care where she was going. He was gone. Her knight had fallen. Her hero had perished. Her dreams were shattered once again.

She was wounded. Wounded so badly that it would never disappear and what was worse, this scar was upon her heart. It penetrated so deep that every bit of her body felt the pain. A pain that could last for eternity. A pain that no one else could ever feel but her, and as this pain spread quicker than a fire through her body, she ran.

She wanted to run forever. She had had months of torment, unable to tell him her true feelings. Why did this have to happen to him? He was young, fit and healthy. She wished that Harry had never had that dream! If they had not gone to the Department of Mysteries he would not be dead!

He was a hero. He died in the face of battle. She knew it was the way he wanted to go but why did he have to go now!

All of a sudden she woke up but the pain was not gone. If anything it was more excruciating than in her dreams. She had realised that her dreams may never come true.