Darkness cloaked the castle, silence filling the long marble hallways as not a sound could be heard, and not a thing could be seen. Tranquillity at it's greatest, but the resting of the castle was broken by the soft rumble of thunder in the distance which was followed by the serenadic "Pitter-Patter" of rain drops. In the Griffindor dorms, a young man slept peacefully, a slight whistle of his restful breathing escaping from between his lips. His name, was Harry Potter…
A bright light illuminated the night sky, lighting up the hallways of the castle, and a certain figure moving down the corridors. Their long hair stroked their shoulders and falling down their face. At last the mighty crack of thunder sounded off through the mountain tops, and the figure darted into the shadows once more. In the Griffindor Common Room, Harry was woken up in a pool of sweat.
"AHH!" He screamed, yet no one awoke from their slumber. "…just… a dream." He sighed as he extended his arm, fumbling around for his glasses in the dark.
At last he found them and placed them clumsily on his head, before taking a sip of water from his bed side table, he pushed his sheets onto the ground and sat up, ruffling his hair up. The rain outside continued, and although he knew it to be against the rules, Harry was compelled to venture outside of his dorm and see what was happening outside.
He stumbled through the darkness quietly, trying not to awaken his fellow friends, he grabbed his crimson cloak and wrapped it around his back a shiver moving up his spine.
"It's chilly…" He commented on the obvious, as a flash of lightning shot through the room, showing him the way to the door out. He wrapped his hand around the door knob and turned it, the doors hinges creaking in the silence.
"Harry…" Came a whisper on the wind, Harry shook his head and dismissed the voice as a trick of his hearing, he snuck out into the hallways and was relieved to see that there was no prefects waiting to jump out at him and take points of Griffindor.
"Harry…" The voice sounded once again, this time Harry couldn't ignore it, but he didn't have time to contemplate what the voice could be, as the hall filled with light, a figure being illuminated.
They moved towards Harry, cloaked in darkness, a sword stretched out to their right, a small glint of light visible on the blade. Another flash illuminated the room and suddenly the figure disappeared, only to reappear beside Harry.
"Harry… you must fall this year, and you must fall… to this blade…" The figure whispered into Harry's ear, as they pushed the tip of the blade into Harry's left cheek, crimson blood seeping from the wound and falling to the marble floor.
Harry closed his eyes tight as the sword scraped down his cheek, more blood seeping from the small wound and staining his white face. His eyes opened, as he shifted his vision to the floor, a pool of blood surrounding his feet.
"What…?" Harry gasped, as he fell to the floor, blood creeping up his legs, before he plummeted through the floor and into darkness.
A blue light illuminated the otherwise dark room, it formed the shape of a pentagram with various unreadable runes around the outside. Harry moved into the center of the pattern, the glow of the blue light soothing. But it was all broken… Harry looked up to the ceiling, he saw the marble floor from the hallway, his blood dripping down onto his forehead, and seeping into his scar. A bright flash shot down from the pool of crimson and right into Harry's scar. He let off a scream, but it was not to be heard by anyone…