Disclaimer- Dare to Dream Words and music by- Paul Begaud, Vanessa Cerish, and Wayne Tester. Arranged by- Teena Chinn. Author of this fanfiction takes no credit for this song. She simply sang it in school and found that it fit the story. No money is being made from the printing of these lyrics. (A/N This starts right after chapter 37. It's mostly chapter 38, with a different ending. I promise that I won't work on this in favor of my original. There will be a chapter for that for at least every addition to this. Slash warning.)

It was unlike the pull that he had often felt from Sally. This was more, and then on the other side, was Ginny, pulling at him even harder. He ran out of the forest, and then stopped. There was a direction to the pull, yes. But it wasn't toward the school. It was back into the forest. He ran under the invisibility cloak along the edge of the forest until the pulling was directly in front of him. Then he stopped, breathing hard, and looked around. To his right, there was a small path. He would have never seen it had he not been looking. He followed it, and as he got farther into the forest the path became wider and more obvious. 'I'm so stupid! This is right where Wormtail was heading when he took Randy! I should have known he'd be dumb enough to follow the same path. I should have followed him. I should have- What if he disappears after he's off school grounds? Ginny... He put on another burst of speed. Making up his mind in a heart beat, he tried something that he had only read as a theory in his text books. He pulled slightly on his magical energy, and applied it to his body. He sped up, faster then he had ever been able to run before. Breathing became easier. His body wasn't depending on oxygen as much, now it had magic to help it run. It could possibly kill him, but no, nothing could. Only the one he was running toward.

She wanted to scream. She knew she was too far away by now for it to do any good, but just hearing her own voice would have been nice. She was alone with a mad man. They were moving, but it wasn't walking. They were doing something much faster. "Ginny," she heard a whisper. Her frantic mind called out, and she started to struggle with a new fury. Somebody was here, could help her. "Ssstop moving you'll knock me off," came the whisper. It took her mind a moment to identify Sally. It was a comfort. She knew there was absolutely nothing that Sally could do. But Sally was there. Tears of joy leaked out of her eyes. Sally read carefully as relief washed through Ginny and replaced the fear. When she was afraid, Sally was unable to help shape her emotions. Now that relief replaced the fear, Sally replaced some of the relief with calm. "Ginny, Harry knowsss. He knowsss we are in trouble. Maybe he will get help." Hope raised in Ginny. She wanted to tell Sally that she loved her, but her voice was gone. But Sally didn't need words. "I know you love me Rossse, now ssstop before you get me upssset and we both lossse it. Thisss would be Wormtail? Then I can guessssss where we are going. Voldemort isss a Parseltongue isss he not?" Ginny did her best to nod. "Then I need to hide, okay?" Sally went down the collar of Ginny's robes and around her arm, hidden by the sleeve. There was no reason to give up yet.

As he ran, time became unimportant. He might have been running for an hour, he might have only been running five minutes. It didn't matter. All that mattered was speed, and following the pull. Despite he was running much faster then a normal person could, he wasn't closing any distance between himself and the pulling need.
~*~*~
I am my own believer, in my heart the reason.
Now I follow the light from within.
~*~*~ A funny thing was happening to the pull. As it grew harder, he was becoming more aware of Ginny, not through Sally, but just as Ginny. And as he became more aware, he started to know how she was feeling. There was fear, she was afraid, but not panicking. There was love, mirrored by what he felt from Sally. There was hope in both of them. The entire thing was just like a light burning in his heart. He could have ignored it, but to do so was to kill himself inside. He ran, concentrating on where to put his foot next. And the faster he ran, the more concentration that small task took. But he was hopeful, because the pull hadn't suddenly disappeared and gotten much father away. 'I'm and idiot. They were in a forest. They wanted to move closer to me. Peter ran toward the forest. It all adds up, and I didn't see it. And now they have Ginny. If I have to carve her name on that damn rock...' This thought inspired a new burst of speed. He tried to still his thoughts, only concentrate on the next step. When he thought, the things that popped into his head were never good.

They were slowing down. They were stopping. She couldn't see for a moment, her head hadn't adjusted to the decrease in speed and the position she was in. As things came into focus, she saw a clearing. There was nobody around, nobody visible, but a sense of many who had done horrible things hung in the air. She was jerked upright and set on her feet. Her vision was lost again for a moment. There was another word spoken above her, and she felt her voice return. "You've made a big mistake, Peter!" she yelled. "You lived in my house since I was born and you don't recognize me? A Weasley, Peter! Harry's going to notice if I'm missing. He'll find me!" She was dropped suddenly. She looked up at the little man who had lived in her home under the cover of a rat. She was disgusted. He looked at her, and she glared, and he suddenly looked nervous. He twitched and kept rubbing his cheek in a way that reminded her of scratching whiskers. He glanced at her, at the path they had just come down, and at another path. He seemed to be unable to decide. Finally he walked forward and grabbed her under her arm again, and started to walk towards the path they had just came down. Triumph blossomed in her heart. Then she heard the voice. It wasn't human, it couldn't be, but was still oddly familiar. "Is that you Wormtail?" "Yes Master!" the little man squeaked, turning around again and dragging Ginny past a fire ring and a very high backed chair toward a rectangle marked on the ground with what looked like white chalk. He pushed her into this white rectangle, then turned away. "Did you bring one?" "Yes Master," Peter said, glancing at Ginny. She tried to stand, but she hit her head on something solid. A clear solid box. Peter's beady black eyes were watching something that was coming down the path. Ginny turned to look too, as Voldemort came into view. It was very obviously not Tom Riddle's body, but then again, it didn't have to be. It was however, a person who looked somewhat like Tom. Same black hair. She shivered. His eyes were Harry's eyes, bright green. But there was a hate in those eyes that could never be present in Harry's. He turned to look at her. "This is the one, Wormtail? Well, my my, doesn't she look familiar?" Voldemort walked over to the clear box, and surprising Ginny, reached right through it, pulling her up closer to him "Do you have any idea why I'm going to enjoy killing you?" Anger filled Ginny, replacing any fear she had. "Because I look like Lily Potter." It was the first emotion besides hate that had probably ever been seen in those green eyes. Surprise. He dropped her again. "What is it, Tom? Surprised I know? Don't think I'd know my best friend's mother's name? Didn't know Harry was my best friend?" Peter looked just about ready to pee himself. Voldemort however, smirked. "Let's see, I remember this one. Yes, Harry Potter knows me, he's going to come to get me, he'll save me. I'm from Hogwarts, Dumbledore will get you. I've heard it all." He looked up through the tree line. "At dark, we'll see what you have to say." With that, Voldemort walked back down the path that he had come. Peter collapsed to the ground. With fury in his eyes, he stood up and walked over to where

Ginny sat "Listen here, you little Weasley brat. I'd put another silencing spell on you, but the Master likes to hear you scream. But you will keep your little mouth shut if you know what's good for you." His head was through the solid boundary that she couldn't pass. She spit in his face. Had her arms not still been bound behind her back, she would have hit him. He growled and reached for her. "No, no. Wouldn't want your master's prize damaged would you?" With a glare, he turned away. "So, Peter, Wormtail, whatever. What made you turn? I'm planning on writing a book someday, and you know, this is important dirt." The little man didn't reply. "Oh, come on. I hear your mother was very smothering. You also didn't measure up much to Sirius, James, and Remus. That helped, I'm sure. Plus, you're just a rat." "Shut up!" "You might want to lisssten to him Rossse. We need to plan how to get out of here," Sally whispered from inside Ginny's sleeve. With a sigh, Ginny leaned up against the clear box. She was suddenly very tired, very lonely, and very upset. Tears formed in her eyes, but she held the sobs back, not wanting to give Wormtail that satisfaction.

He was close, so he slowed down. He could feel more now. Not only Ginny and Sally, but the presence of the only other descendent of one of the founders. Voldemort. He moved off the path, keeping it in sight and moving much slower to keep from making noise in the leaves.
~*~*~
I'm not afraid of weakness.
I'm gonna taste the sweetness,
Of the power not to give it.
~*~*~ He could feel his body, what it would have been like if he hadn't been supplying it with another source of energy. It didn't matter, he wasn't going to stop. He could fall over and have to crawl and he still wouldn't stop. Before too much longer, he could see into a clearing. There was a large chair in the middle, in front of a stone fire ring. On the other side of the clearing, sat Ginny. She was on the ground, her back to Harry, leaning against something invisible, her hands tied behind her back and her head resting on her knee. Slowly, but more importantly, very quietly, Harry moved around the edge of the clearing. After what seemed like hours, he was in front of her. He could see streaks down her cheeks left from tears, and an odd shaped lump in her sleeve that was most likely Sally. Wormtail walked back into the clearing, muttering to himself. Harry was faced with a problem. How to let Ginny know he was here without alerting Wormtail to the same thing. This was solved for him. Ginny sat up quickly with a gasp, her chin pressing something to her chest. 'The necklace. She always knows when I'm here.' Slowly, he crept out of the trees, hidden under the cover of the invisibility cloak. There was a white rectangle on the ground, and he assumed that was the invisible boundary. To check, careful not to let the cloak come open, he reached out to touch it. His hand went right through. "It was invisible. Anybody else could walk through it and out of it, but it was solid to me." He walked right through the cage, and slowly reached out to touch Ginny's arm. She jumped at first, but she knew it was him. He reached carefully around her to untie her hands. As soon as she was free, she threw her arms around him. "Harry," she just barely whispered. "You have to leave. You're not safe here."
~*~*~
Oh, I will see it through.
I believe this is my moment of truth.
~*~*~ "And you are?" he whispered back. "I'm going to get you out of here. I promise. Just hold on." Harry let her go, and turned to the white line on the ground. This had to be some kind of variation of the spell that he had done earlier in the year. He just had to figure out how to turn it off. "Harry!" came Ginny's frantic whisper. "Here he comes! Go, hurry!" "Wormtail!" "Y-yes master?" "There is something wrong here. Something with Potter. Are you sure this girl is not from Hogwarts?"
~*~*~
Dare to dream.
~*~*~ "Distract them," Harry whispered. He had an idea. "I told you I am from Hogwarts!" Ginny shouted. "Peter's been taking students for a long time now." Voldemort turned his green eyes from Ginny back to Peter. "Is this so? Have you been disobeying me? Did you not think I would find out? What makes you think that I can't do to you what I've done to every brat that came in here? There isn't much difference between a brat and a rat."
~*~*~
Dare to fly.
~*~*~ Voldemort jerked suddenly, turning around quickly. The white rectangle faded. "Shit," Harry whispered. "I blasted the spell back at the caster. I didn't think he would have cast it himself." Voldemort's eyes narrowed, and an evil smirk came across his face. "Harry Potter, do take off that cloak for me. It isn't polite you know."
"Harry, Harry run. He can turn you, remember what Sirius said? Go,
please."
~*~*~
Dare to be the heir, the chosen one to touch the sky.
~*~*~ "No Rose," Harry said pulling off the cloak. "I promised you." Harry glanced at Voldemort, then back at Ginny's scared eyes. He reached behind his neck. For the first time since that faithful day in Ginny's room over the summer, he took off the chain that held his mother's ring.
~*~*~
Dare to reach.
~*~*~ "Rose, I want you to hold this until I get back, okay?" He handed the necklace to her, then stood up again. The sword suddenly felt very warm on his back. "Tom."
~*~*~
Dare to rise.
~*~*~ "Potter, what a surprise. I hadn't planned to kill you for, oh another two weeks at least. But I guess I could make an exception since you're here and all. I'll deal with you later," Voldemort said with a glare at Peter. "What do you want this time, Tom?" "Tom is dead. What do I want? Why, to purify the world, Harry Potter. Noble cause, don't you think? Once you are dead, the fall of Wizards as a whole reverses. We'll kill off the muggles, and rule the world."
~*~*~
Find the strength to set my sprit free.
~*~*~ "I know it all now, Tom. It won't work that way, and you know it. You don't get the gifts if I die, your child does." "But that, Mr. Potter, is where you are wrong. First born with three lines down. Ever heard of rebirth? It requires very little magic, actually. I keep my mind, and I am reborn. Being the first born with three lines down, I get the gifts of the founders, and win the Descendant's War." Harry walked slightly to the left. If anything, he had to get away from Ginny. "But Potter, before I kill you, there is something you took from me that I want back." Harry was confused. Did he mean the Stone? He didn't have it to give back. "You look confused my young friend. Oh, how rude of me. Not offering my guest a place to sit. Do sit down, I insist." Harry was being lifted. He was pulled over to the chair in the middle of the clearing. As he was in the air, his wand flew out of his sleeve, and despite his attempts to grab it, into Voldemort's pocket. Well, at least he was away from Ginny. "Do you really not know? Do you know why you are able to talk to that snake up your friend's sleeve over there?"
~*~*~
I will go the distance, embrace resistance.
~*~*~ "This is the most uncomfortable piece of shit I ever set my bum on," Harry said by way of an answer. "You see Potter," Voldemort went on pretending not to hear Harry. "When that spell backfired, not only did you send it back to me, but you also stole almost all my power. Parseltongue, one of my most prized gifts, lies with you now. Also, my ability to turn into a snake is gone. When I drain a victim, I don't get back my powers, I get theirs. But if I were to drain you, Potter, I would get my gifts, plus yours." "I can't turn into a snake, Tom." "I think you can. You see, what is it you call it, that little block of yours? Well, my theory is that when you stole my powers, some of them were put behind that block. Just a theory, mind." Harry rolled his eyes. "Great, just great. So now, in a few years, not only will I turn into a lion, but a snake too. Life's a bitch. You were right though Rose! I'm really proud of you!" "Enough of the games," Voldemort said with a growl.
~*~*~
I will lay my soul on the line.
~*~*~ "You're completely insane Tom. I'd swear you lose a little bit more of your mind every year. You know, I'd really like to get out of this damn chair. I don't know how you can stand it. Would you kindly let me go?" "Out of the chair? I can do that." Harry was suddenly being lifted again. But this time, instead of being pushed into a chair, he was pushed flat out on the ground.
~*~*~
And when the wait is over,
~*~*~ "Do you know what pain is, Potter? Pain is an emotion. Nothing about pain is evil, bad, or dark, as you all like to put it. Do you know how I learned this?"
~*~*~
And the hunger is spoken,
~*~*~ "No Tom, enlighten me." Harry grunted as he was pushed harder into the ground. "I wasn't too much younger then you. My mother was a descendant, and her protection was lost when I was born, and she died. Not from my birth, no. From a sickness that had chased her, right up to her death. My dirty Muggle father wanted nothing to do with me. I grew up in a Muggle orphanage."
~*~*~
If I see it through I will shine.
~*~*~ "Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before from that lovely diary you left. Blah, blah, move on." Harry couldn't see Voldemort, but he could hear the monster's smirk in his voice. "Talking back. That was it most of the time. I didn't like to take shit from them. Do you know what the punishment was back then?" Harry was silent this time. He didn't want to push his luck too far. There was a sharp crack behind him, and it sounded way too much like a whip for his comfort. Ginny screamed.
~*~*~
Oh, I will see it through.
~*~*~ "Rose, what the hell are you still here for? Go back. Do I have to spell it out for you. G. O. NOW." "No, Harry, not without you! I'm right behind you, remember?"
~*~*~
I believe this is my moment of truth.
~*~*~ There was another sharp crack, and a string of sharp pain went down Harry's back. Ginny screamed again. Harry pushed his face into the dirt. The whip came again. And again. Harry didn't know he was screaming, but by the state of his throat he must have been. He was more aware of Ginny's screams and cries then his own.
~*~*~
Dare to dream.
~*~*~ He didn't realize that the whip had stopped at first, because the pain was just as intense. His robe had long since fallen off, leaving him in his pants. His back was wet with blood. He wasn't being held to the ground. But he didn't stand. "Girl, here." Ginny was dragged, kicking and screaming, over close to where Harry laid. She moved toward him, but was held back by an invisible force.
~*~*~
Dare to fly.
~*~*~ "Look up Potter." Harry didn't move. It wasn't that he couldn't, if he really wanted to he could have looked at Ginny. But he didn't want to see. "I said look up." He head moved on its own, sending more pain down his back. "She's a very pretty girl, Potter. She looks astonishingly like your mother. Not hard to figure out why you like her so much. In fact, if she weren't so important to you, I'd keep her around for a few days." Harry's breath came in pants and his voice was hoarse from the screaming. "Fuck. You. Tom." "Tom is dead Potter. I killed him myself."
~*~*~
Dare to be the heir, the chosen one to touch the sky.
~*~*~ "When was that?" Harry asked. "Was it when, you killed the, one you loved. Pain is just, an emotion. So is love. But not, for us. For us it's, a bond. And you broke yours, yourself. Didn't you? That's when, Tom died. When you, killed her."
~*~*~
Dare to reach
~*~*~ Harry was flung suddenly against a tree, his back sliding down the bark on the trunk. He yelled out. Sally suddenly came out of Ginny's robes and shot across the clearing. Harry felt as some of the pain started to leave. Not fade, just cut off. "Let's get this done now." Ginny was raised into the air, and Voldemort raised his wand. Time slowed down. Sound stopped.
~*~*~
Dare to rise
~*~*~ Harry shoved off of the tree, shoving magic into his body for speed, and flung across the clearing. He watched as Voldemort's lips moved, forming the word Axynovit. He saw as the spell traveled down the wand. He watched in horror as Ginny's mouth opened in a scream.
~*~*~
Find the strength to set my sprit free.
~*~*~
He tried to stop it. He sent a blast at Voldemort of pure power, power behind his block. It felt like there was a huge hole ripped through him where the power had come from.
He watched in sick fascination as Ginny's body fell to the ground.
The clearing was silent for a moment. He was alone. Voldemort's body was gone, his spirit had probably escaped, and Ginny was, she was-
He screamed. Not because he was just realizing it, but because something in him, the bond that had led him out here, the one that had grown stronger as he ran, not to Sally but directly to Ginny, snapped.
He screamed, collapsing. It made sense now. His soul mate. His one. Had been her. And she was gone before he'd realized it.
And Sally, she couldn't help. She was trying to survive the death of one of her bond mates. She was relying on him to life.
So he continued to scream. But something was shifting.
And suddenly, a mental hand reached out and grabbed Harry's heart. A strong hard bond snapped together with a force that made him gasp. And Sally reached out to it, and it grabbed her too.
Harry stopped screaming, and simply sobbed into the dirt.
"You didn't get to love her," Sally hissed, coming over to him. "It promisssed that you would, and you didn't, ssso you get another."
Harry either didn't hear her or wasn't listening as he crawled over to Ginny's fallen body and sobbed.

Draco was sitting in Transfiguration. Bored. As usual. When he suddenly felt sick.
He shifted in his chair to get more comfortable. He laid his head down. It had come from nowhere. He felt like he was going to lose he lunch. He was about to ask to be excused when something drove him mind completely from his stomach.
He screamed. Falling to the floor, he stared at the ceiling as he felt himself being pulled. He was needed. Needed so very much. Needed so hard that he screamed again, reaching out with everything he had to that need.
Something clicked, snapped into place, and it didn't hurt now. But he knew. He knew who, how, where, when. He knew.
Everybody was crowded around him. "Harry!" he gasped. "In the forest!"
It was hard to say if he or Professor McGonagall ran out faster.
But he was young. And despite the way she yelled, he continued to run. She didn't feel this. He didn't need her like this. He didn't pull at her like this. So he ran.
It was hours, at least, later. He reached the clearing. And he didn't stop running. He ran right into Harry, pulling the sobbing boy away from the body and landing on top of him. He held tight, anything to make the need stop. He was here.
With several hard breaths, the need stopped. Draco sighed. He thought it was going to drive him crazy.
And then it hit him. He was laying on top of Harry Potter.
But the thought was chased out of his head. "She's dead!" Harry cried.
"I know," Draco answered.
"Help Sally. Please help her. I can't lose her too. Please, please, Draco."
Draco stared at him, half shocked by the use of his first name. But then, he reasoned, why be shocked by that when he was laying on top of Harry Potter. He reached out, though the link that had been so faint. He didn't know what he was doing, but he reached. And something grabbed. And he felt her strongly for a moment, before Sally faded out to a mere awareness he knew he would only sense if he consintrated.
"She'll be fine, Harry."
"Ginny's dead."
"I know." Draco rolled off and stood up, and with an involuntary sob fell again. The need had been so intense, and he had barely moved. Harry reached out, and grabbed on to him. Draco stared with a mix of shock and horror as the boy who lived practically crawled into his lap.
"I need you," he whispered, before he buried his face in Draco's shirt, and sobbed.