Ginny couldn't sleep more than an hour or two at a time before she was hit with another nightmare and each horrid dream seemed worse than the last. It was impossible to run from the man haunting her dreams and Ginny wished she could find some way to run and never return. Despite what everyone had told her, Ginny knew that He was the one doing this to her. He hadn't left the island. He had found some way to get back into her mind.
The pull of sleep had hit her again and Ginny wanted to return to her bed to try and rest. It wouldn't do much good, but maybe He would let her get some sleep today. Maybe.
She entered the small house and there, in the flesh, was her nightmare. The colour drained out of Ginny's face and the air escaped her lungs instantly. He was back. She had been right all along. Ginny reached for her wand, but she'd stopped carrying it with her anymore as it was virtually useless. "No," she whispered. "Please, no."