Her dreams, as she shivered and sweated in the Leaky Cauldron bed, were as disjointed and confusing as her waking life. Each of the Weasley family members kept flitting in and out of them. Ginny warned her that she would see her soon. It wasn't spoken in an encouraging tone either. More like a warning. Of course, even in the midst of her fever, she tried to rationalize her irrational thoughts. Maybe she was just missing the camaraderie that she used to experience with her friends in the past. She couldn't help but long for the days before her best friend was killed by her master. Life was simpler back then.