Ok, I was considering cutting it off in an earlier part of this section of the chapter but then it'd be too short, and a really ebil cliffie!
The dream (started) in this post is what makes this chapter freakishly long. You'll understand WHY WHEN YOU READ
Enjoy! (I know every1 will... trust me )
Sarah

Dezi was still trying to figure out these dreams. She had never had vision-like dreams she heard Harry had before, yet these dreams she had were of the past, of things having already happened. It was really starting to bug her how she was having these dreams about her parents and Harry yet not have any recollection of those things happening. As she changed into her robes, she wondered what was happening that made her dream these dreams of hers.
Walking down the stairs to the common room, she left the tower, wandering the castle, since it was indeed Saturday. Once more day until she had to go back to Grimmauld Place. She found herself in the dungeons, and daring enough to enter a room, she saw a mirror. Curious, she got closer and looked in. There was nothing.
Slowly, two images formed in front of her. Confused, she looked at the two images that slowly became clearer. Within moments, she was looking into the translucent faces of Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy, her mum and dad.
Dezi then recalled the story Harry had told her about the Mirror of Erised and how when he found it in his first year, had seen his parents, yet later on was told that it shows you not your reflection, but of your true desire. She remembered Harry said Dumbledore had rid of it, so she wondered why it was where Harry had found it himself.
As she looked into the faces of her parents, Dezi felt sleepy. She sat down in front of the mirror, still seeing her parents, and hung her head, falling asleep.
It was dark. Dezi couldn’t see anything around her, let alone herself when she held her hand up. A moment later, a fog immerged and broke the darkness, the whiteness handing by Dezi’s feet.
“I told you we shouldn’t do this...” a male voice complained
“And we’d get in trouble, ya, ya, I’ve heard it a hundred times over,” the other voice, a female, bounded through the darkness.
Dezi looked around everyone, trying to locate the voices. Her heart pounded when she did not see any faces, let alone any other form of life.
“Why did you drag me along...?”
“Because you need to be here. Now hush.”
Looking around once more, Dezi started to feel scared.
“There is no need to be afraid, dear.”
Dezi jumped, looking around frantically.
“Wha...”
Looking into the distance, she saw two people with a slight halo of light surrounding them. Dezi couldn’t see who they were at such a distance. Even as they neared, she could see nothing but white images. When they stopped in front of her, faint colour flooded into these two people, and she nearly fainted at the sight of her parents.
“I still don’t see...”
Hermione elbowed Draco. He grunted.
“Oh shut up already!”
“Ok, I’ve always wondered, can ghosts actually hit each other...” Dezi stopped when she saw the look upon Hermione’s face. She saw Draco smirk.
“Are you honestly encouraging it?” Hermione snapped. Draco cleared his throat and his expression dropped.
“It’s a good question,” he responded simply. Hermione rolled her ghostly brown eyes.
“Is there a reason I’m here?” Dezi asked slowly, wondering if the only point to this weird dream was to see her parents bickering.
“Yes,” Hermione responded. “We can’t really tell you any information unless you ask it.”
“What makes you say that?” Draco asked.
“Because I read up about it. Go on, try and tell her something she hasn’t asked.”
Draco’s mouth opened, but no words came out, it was like someone was holding his mouth open. His eyes bugged, but Dezi swore she was seeing things... again... since Draco’s expression went normal in the blink of an eye.
“Fine,” he spat, mouth going back to normal.

They're back! And they're real ghosties! Whatever shall happen now?
Find out in a few days (yes, a few days, could mean only 2, it'll be a surprise postie!)