"Kill him, kill him now,"a voice hissed ominously from somewhere in the dark house. I was running. Running for my life. There was someone beside me, someone I didn't recognize. I didn't bother looking over at him for the fear that a simple glance would lead to my death. There was no way out. The house was a maze. Suddenly a bright green flash appeared from behind, missing me by an inch. Unfortunately, my companion was hit and immediately collapsed onto the cold wooden floor. "No,"I screamed helplessly and stopped running. I spun on my heel and darted back to the corpse. Now on my knees, I cried into the poor boy's chest.
I looked at his face. I've never met this boy, but I felt as though he was a lifelong friend. It didn't matter right now. Footsteps thundered down the hall. Our pursuers were getting closer. 100 feet...50 feet...They were less than 30 feet away from us. There was nothing I could do. I was only 17 and these people were obviously more skilled at magic than I was. There was another green flash and collapsed as well.
"Bella...Bella...BELLA!!" I opened my eyes only to see Ginny Weasley. I sighed with relief, "Ginny, sorry, bad dream."
"I'll say, Bella you're sweating." I wiped my face and sat up. I was shaking all over and it took me a couple of minutes to process the fact that I was alive and that it was a ll just a dream. "Well, now that you're awake, get dressed. We're leaving in an hour." I nodded and swung my legs over the side of the bed. "Bella..you ok?" I nodded again. That dream was so...vivid. So real. I still couldn't speak. I gave Ginny another reassuring nod and turned back to the small, pine chest. I just stood there. Staring at the closet, not really seeing all of the possible outfits. I took a deep breath and grabbed the first thing that I found.
Blindly, I walked slowly to the bathroom and took a shower. That dream was the worst nightmare I've had. Ever. Dreams like these have been appearing in my mind a lot lately and I'm not sure why. I finished my shower and had gotten dressed. As I was walking downstairs, I was still shaking, but not as violently as before. Mrs. Weasley had already set breakfast and I took my place next to Ginny. To tell you the truth, I wasn't all that hungry and I just picked at the eggs and bacon on my plate. From my peripherals, I could see Ginny staring at me, frowning. "Bella, are you sure you're ok and don't just nod. I need a real answer." "I'm fine," were the only to words that could escape my lips. I smiled, got up and took my plate to the kitchen. "Oh hey Bella," Harry greeted cheerfully. "Hey.." He lifted his eyebrows,"You sure, you're extremely pale..well, paler than usual." He smiled sweetly and push the subject any further. I smiled back. Only Harry could make me feel better when I was down...or shaking. "Ok kids, get your stuff and let's go," Mr. Weasley boomed from the top of the stairs.
Harry and I walked out and grabbed out backpacks. "Um Ron, where exactly are we going?" Ron merely shrugged. Getting bored of their conversation, I walked up ahead and joined Hermione and Ginny. They were talking about school. Ugh. I heard "Gryiffindor" and I walked away. I wasn't really in the mood to talk to Fred or George. "Amos!" "Arthur, good to see you again!" My head snapped up. I've never seen this man before but for some weird reason, he looked kind of familiar. Suddenly, someone (or something) dropped out of the tree. "And this strapping young man must be Cedric." I found myself blushing. Not totally tomato red, but a soft pink. Thank god for that. "Bella!" I looked up once more. "What?"
"This is Cedric Diggory."
When I looked up I was shocked. His face. His hair. He was the boy that was in my dream..