The Dream
A ceaseless stream of tears stream down her gentle face. She wiped them away, seeing nothing but a vision of blur. Everything she loved was disappearing, everyone vanishing with every passing moment.
The pitiless sky glared at her with menacing eyes, threatening to take away her life too. With nothing else left to do, she ran from her home. She ran deep into the woods her family has taught her to fear, but at the moment, it seemed the only safe place for her. At least in there, they won�t find her.
She ran and ran until she could no longer run. She stopped behind a tree and sat down, sniffling with no more tears left. She wanted to sob and let out all the pain that lived deep inside of her, but she couldn�t. They will hear her and she will be killed like the others.
The girl closed her eyes, bringing her knees up to her chest, and the horror scene replayed itself in her mind, only slower. The fire burned the ones she loved and the invaders killed the ones who didn�t get burned. She was the only one lucky enough to escape, but it didn�t make her feel any better.
The sudden pounding of feet forced her back to reality. Her heart began to hammer with fear and sweat poured down her face. She became very small against the big tree, making herself barely visible. The tall grasses around her helped conceal her hiding place and kept the men from seeing her.
One of the men stopped near her, searching carefully in the bushes. He was smarter than the others, more intelligent than the others. He neared her and stopped as if he sensed her there.
He was a big man who looked about 5�9. A small mustache that seemed to be growing but not fast enough covered his face. Even in the darkness, she saw his eyes were a piercing blue, lined with blonde lashes. She nearly stopped breathing, afraid of the bigger people. She coward even more into the trunk, looking as if she were part of it.
An icy wind blew across her face and rustled the grasses in front of her. She held her breath, hoping the man didn�t see anything. He turned towards the tree where she was and stared for a long time. His blue eyes seemed to see straight through her.
Perhaps he didn�t see her, he turned back to the other bushes. He began to ruffle through them slowly again when she let out a sigh of relief. He turned back quickly and spotted her.
His strides were swiftly across the cold earth where he grabbed her by her long hair and pulled her out into the moonlight where she could be seen. He gave a mocking grin and began to pull her the other way.
The girl winced and tried to get away, but the more she strained, the more she hurt. She finally stopped struggling and remained limp in his grasp, despair upon her.
The man called out to his buddies and they came towards him. Before they were even close enough, she wrenched out of his hands, letting him rip strands of hair off and letting a cry rip the silent night sky.
He was confused for a second from her freedom before he started after her. She had about ten steps of freedom in front of him.
With the chance, she ran as fast as she could. She dodged low-hanging branches and jumped over loose roots. One of the low-hanging branches caught her in her arm and slit a gash across her arm. It stung her, but she ignored the pain.
She continued on, the only thing on her mind was escape. She burst from the forest and out into the clearing. The girl ran on until her side began to ache. The men were still behind her so she had no chance to stop.
The girl ran on, pushing aside her pain. She forced herself to go faster, but she was too tired. She stumbled on her own feet and before she could stop herself, she was on the ground. Darkness took her and she had no idea what happened afterwards.
* * *
Amber woke into the night, gasping. She clutched her chest tightly, looking around wildly. She half expected to find herself on the plain of grasses, the voices of men around her, but all there was is the steady breathing of girls in the same dorm.
Rain pelted on the window and she shook her head. That was the fifth time she had that dream, only this time was more detailed. It seemed that each time she dreamed, it got more detailed.
She stood up and walked to the window, staring out into darkness. She sighed, shaking her head. It was nothing but a dream, but why did it feel so real? Why did it feel as if something like that did happen?
Amber sighed and left the window side, heading out of the dorm. She silently closed the door behind her and headed downstairs. It must be three in the morning. It was usually then when she awoke from the dream.
The fire within the hearth was down to a low glow, its embers burning brightly. She took a seat at one of the couches in front of the fire and heaved a sigh. She was immediately responded by a cough.
Amber whirled around to face the intruder and her heart nearly stopped. His face was ghostly in the room, making him look like a silhouetted ghost. She let out a sigh of relief and patted a spot next to her with a shaky hand.
He seemed to glide next to her and took a seat. His green eyes were shadowed, seeming to carry burdens that he should never have to bare. He wouldn�t look at her, his eyes on the hearth. �What are you doing up?�
She raised a brow at him. When she spoke, her voice was barely a whisper, matching his. �What? I should be asking you the same question. I had a hard time sleeping, or getting back to bed anyway.�
The thunderbolt scar on is forehead was visible under his dark hair. He glanced at her and held her gaze for a long time before answering. �I couldn�t sleep. There�s too much on my mind these days to sleep.�
Amber nodded, remembering her dream. She wished she could tell him, but she barely even knew him. She only knew him because he was Harry Potter and because she was in his house.
It�s only been two weeks since she�s been in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A transfer from Beauxbaton, she would have made lots of friends and be liked by many people, but since she kept far from others and spoke to no one, she was alone.
Harry gave her a crooked grin and stood up. He looked at her one last time before heading towards the steps up to the boy�s dorm. Before he disappeared, he turned back to her, �we can�t keep it all inside forever. I understand what you go through, you can trust me.�
She nodded at him and he disappeared. Amber turned back to look at the hearth and she smiled to herself. All of a sudden, the embers in the hearth burned up, creating a super fire.
Amber backed up, her heart pounding. She closed her eyes, telling herself she was only imagining. But she could hear a voice, one that she�s never heard before. She covered her ears, but she heard it even so. It was a man who wailed the most sorrowful cry that seemed to travel through time and pierced her very heart, asking to for help.
* * *
Harry closed the door behind him and leaned against it, taking in the peace. He walked towards his bed and got in, but he did not sleep. He couldn�t.
His mind was on Amber, worried about her. He had his own things to worry about, but she was in serious trouble. She needed help and if she didn�t ask for it soon, she�ll truly loose herself. He knew for he lost himself once before too.
He looked at the window, being pelted by rain. He sighed and a voice entered his thoughts. Maybe not a voice, more like a wailing. He couldn�t understand what it said, but he caught a few words. �Help�� silence. �Please help me�� more silence. �I can�t find my way without you.�
Harry frowned and shook his head. He was just tired. All the sleep he missed out on was taking its toll. He brushed the wailing aside and fell into a deep sleep. If he dreamed that night, he did not remember.
* * *
Amber blinked several times, blinking away sleep. She yawned and stretched on her bed. She didn�t remember going upstairs, not to mention falling asleep.
For a second, everything seemed to be fine. She actually smiled and gave a sigh of relief before everything from the previous night and years came flooding back like a horrible nightmare that couldn�t be stopped.
Her smile was replaced by confusion and pain, the wailing from last night tearing her heart apart. She got out of bed and got dressed for classes before sitting back down. She was skipping breakfast, not that she ever ate.
The door to the girl�s common room opened but she didn�t turn to check whom it was. Everything was too painful to handle at the moment; all she needed was a person to disturb her.
�Are you okay?� someone asked.
Amber nodded, wishing they would go away. She heaved a sigh and pretended to look through her trunk, hoping the person would leave her alone.
Instead, she came to her side and stood there silently. Amber tried to ignore it, but one thing she hated was not knowing who�s standing behind her.
She turned and looked up, annoyance on her face. The girl who stood there was tall and she had brown bushy hair. Amber recognized her to be one of Harry�s good friends. �What is it?� she tried to ask in a patient voice.
Hermione smiled, her eyes truly held kindness and friendship. �Harry asked me to get you to come down for breakfast. He�s noticed that you haven�t been eating much.�
Amber shrugged, looking back at her trunk. Hermione really looked like she was a very respectable person, but Amber couldn�t tell anyone the truth. She can�t trust anyone at the moment with what was going on. The last thing she needed was people thinking she was crazy.
�He doesn�t eat much himself,� she answered. �Maybe he should worry about himself before he puts himself into other people�s business.�
She turned in time to see confusion on Hermione�s face before she turned away again. After a long awkward silence, Hermione finally said, �maybe he just cares about other people. Maybe he just wants to make sure no one else ends up like him.�
Hermione turned and left, her hair swinging behind her. Amber sighed with regret, wishing she could tell someone about her dreams. She wanted to badly, but she�d only hurt people. And people would only hurt her.
* * *
Harry waited with anticipation for Hermione to come back down with Amber, but she only came back down alone. He sighed and slumped onto the couch, staring at the floor.
Ron raised an eyebrow at him. �Harry, what�s wrong? You�ve been really distant lately, not that you never were, but you�re more distant than usual.�
Hermione agreed, nodding her head. She picked up her books into her arms and sat on the arm of the couch. �Why did you ask me to do that? Is there something going on here that we don�t know about?�
He shook his head, staring at the one girl that he�s had such a huge crush on for two years now. If only he had the courage to tell her, perhaps everything would be so much easier.
Harry was in his seventh and final year, but in his fifth year, he found the courage to ask Cho to the Christmas Ball and they dated afterwards, but after she graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, everything ended. His feelings for her disappeared.
It was then that he realized how pretty Hermione was. She got older and grew up, not looking the way she once looked.
�Nothing is,� he replied, his face changing colors from the looks that he was being given by her. �I awoke into the middle of the night last night and I found her here. I was just worried that she might be sick or something.�
Ron furrowed his brows. He gave Harry such a worry look that it annoyed him. �Harry, since when did the new girl matter so much to you? Whatever goes on with her is her business. It�s not our job to interfere.�
Harry jumped from the couch, an idea in his head. He stared at Hermione and Ron who began to shake their head, knowing what was in his head. Hermione said, �no, Harry. You know this isn�t right. We can�t do this. I spoke to her, I know something is troubling her, but it seems she wants to handle it alone. For once, Ron�s right, it�s not our job to interfere.�
He shook his head, disappointment in his eyes. �We�re friends here, we�re to be helping one another, especially when we know they�re in trouble. She�s in trouble and she needs help, will we not offer it to her?�
Ron shook his head again. �Oh no,� he trailed it, �we can�t do this. It might be taking us into something that is more dangerous than what we thought. You-Know-Who is dead now. We don�t want to go into this business and bring out another one.�
Harry gave a disbelief laugh and began for the portrait hole. When it opened, he turned back to his friends and said, �then I�ll do it on my own. I don�t need anyone to help me.�
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Author�s note: First, I�d like to thank you for reading this far. I know it�s pretty boring, but I promise you that it will be interesting farther on. And I�d like to thank Melissa for even putting it on her site. I�m very grateful for it. Please tell me what you think for it depends on what you think that the second chapter will be coming out along with the rest. Thank-you.
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