Part 4

Be begin in Harry's dormitory.

He was gliding across the floor. A terrible hiss erupted from his mouth and bounced off the walls, echoing. Where was he? Harry didn't recognize the dark hallways he was gliding through. I didn't care though, he felt hungry... He needed food. He turned a corner and joy erupted inside of him. His victim was mere feet away from him. He struck once. Twice. This man looks familiar. Three times. Four times. Red hair... Five times. Harry woke and sat up. He was sweating. His sheets were soaked. He was out of breath. Mr. Weasley was in trouble. Harry got out of bed and sprinted out of the common room towards McGonagall's office.

Ten minutes later, Ginny, Ron, Fred, George, and Percy have all been woken up.

Dumbledore was walking around the office, giving inaudible directions to various portraits on the walls. George was sat in a chair staring at the floor. His eyes were unfocused and he was biting his fingernails. Fred was sitting on the arm, repeatedly running his fingers through his untidy red hair and muttering something to himself. Percy was pacing back and forth around the room. Ron was in the chair next to George biting his lip and constantly folding and unfolding his hands. Hermione had been woken shortly after the Weasleys, since she was staying with them. She was stroking Ron's hair and was zoned out, with a concerned expression on her face. Harry looked at Ginny. She wasn't crying, of course. She never cried. She was sitting in Dumbledore's chair with her elbows on his desk and her head in her hands. She was bouncing her knee very quickly, Harry noticed she also did this during exams. She never lifted her head from her hands, but every once and a while shook her head "no", silently, as if in disbelief over something. It was strange to see the bubbly Weasleys so stressed. Harry couldn't help blaming himself. What if there really wasn't anything wrong with Mr. Weasley? What if it was just another normal nightmare and he made everyone worry for nothing. And he couldn't help considering the thought that he couldn't bring himself to tell Dumbledore about. He was the snake, in his dream. He hurt Mr. Weasley. Is this his fault?

Slightly later, with Ginny.

The portkey had taken the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione back to Grimmauld place. Everyone had fallen asleep in their chairs except for Ginny, Harry, and Sirius, who was distracting himself in the kitchen. Ginny was wide awake. Whenever she was nervous or scared, and fell asleep, she always found herself in the Chamber again. She couldn't go there tonight. So she stayed awake. Ginny wondered if Harry felt the same way. He, of course, had many worse things to dream about than she did. Ginny stared into the fire. There was no questioning it, Harry was staring at her again. Then, Mrs. Weasley apparated into the living room. Ginny grasped the arms of her chair, looking at her intently. Mrs. Weasley nodded warmly and whispered, "he's alright." Ginny sighed with relief and the tightness in her chest slipped away. "I'm going back to St. Mungo's, to keep him company." She continued. "Are you two alright?" Harry and Ginny both nodded. She smiled. "Ok, be sure to tell the others they're not to worry." And she disaparrated. The Weasleys and Hermione stayed sleeping. She saw Harry shift uncomfortably in his seat. He looked troubled. "I'll go tell Sirius." She whispered to him. He nodded gratefully and she stood up and walked to the kitchen.