Turquoise Eyes

C1: Murdering nightmares

Flying. He was flying across the country. He reached a small village, walked a pebbled street, and reached his target. He approached a polished house made of red bricks and stood there contemplative; each thought set his mind boiling with anger.

Finally resolved, all the lights went off, he bursted open the door and hold out his wand. They didn't stand a chance. He killed the man first, the pregnant woman died next and he finished off the girl. He set the house on fire then and went off as silently as he came.

He was sure to leave no trace, nothing was left of them so as his memories about her. But her inquisitive steel coloured eyes remained there, looking at him with disgust, even after her life was taken away. Just the eyes, it was all he could see.

Startled the boy fell of his bed breathing heavily, his scar hurting madly. He just laid on the floor with his eyes wide opened, trying to convince himself he was no longer dreaming. His heart was racing and he could still see like snapshots pieces of his nightmares crawling to get him.

It was so realistic, he thought. By now Harry was already used to having nightmares, every night since last year's Three Wizard Tournament all he could see was the cementery and Cedric being killed over and over again. But this dream was starting to get recurrent, and although it was hard to tell this was even worst. He was no victim in this dream, he was a killer himself.

That made him shiver intensely, he was drenched in sweat from head to toe, and the sheat was twisted in a knot around his legs and torso. He was no murderer and he knew it but why did he get this revolting feeling of remorse as if he had really done that in a burst of anger, as if they had really made him suffer so much to want all of them dead. He couldn't even remind their faces, just the eyes was all that got fixed on his mind every time he wake up, reminding him of that delusional sin committed under the dark sky.

He shook this nightmare out of his head and untied himself from the mess of his bed. As usual Ron was sound asleep, snoring in his special funny choking way, unaware of the racket he had made.

Before he knew he had already showered and was going down the stairs as silently as he could, he didn't wanted to wake up the portrait of Sirius' mother again. Outside it was breaking dawn, so when he reached the kitchen he was really surprised to find Mr. and Mrs. Weasley having breakfast with his godfather and Lupin already there.

- Ready to return to Hogwarts, Harry? - asked the latest.

And that was all he needed to get over all the stressful things he have been through since last year and all his summer. Although he will miss them, specially Sirius, he just couldn't wait to get home.

He smiled - Just one day left -.

Same hour same time, someone else was opening her eyes, her brown locks were all over her face. Her movements while she sleep turned so massive since the accident, that this became an unerring indicator of the restlessness of her sleep. She knew she was having heavy nightmares every day, her night screams had scared every one of the room partners she had and the nurses from St. Mungo's hospital couldn't stop giving her pity looks every now and them, but thank god every morning when she opened her eyes an abnormal memory blindness erased the dreams away.

Doctor Rose told her it was a self-defence mechanism, however she kept thinking that it didn't work so well. The uneasy and heart-racing lost feeling when waking up of a nightmare was still there, and worsen by not knowing what put her in that state. Nonetheless the accident itself was enough to explain it all to herself.

-Already waken up? - called out Daisy. She was the nurse in charge of taking care of her, at least the one she liked the most, she was so petite that it made anyone want to hug her.

-Yeah, just can wait... - she answered. She looked across the room, and found a young woman with spiky bright violet hair and pointy nose sprawled out in an armchair sleeping with her mouth slightly opened.

Following her gaze, Daisy mentioned - Your Aunt will get neck trauma if she keeps sleeping in that armchair. Thank god you get released today, I'm going to miss you cutie. -

- I'll come visit, I promise. But if I stay one more day in this bed I'll jump off the window. Hey Tonks wake up! - She threw a pillow at her, and the confused witch got up so quickly asking - What happened? What is it? - that she slipped with the end of her robe and to recover her balance got hold of the handle of the closet, which flung open making small tablets and boxes of medicines fell over her head.

Chuckling, she managed to say - Relax Tonks, we aren't under attack just yet, but if we stay too long in here I'm afraid they will make me stay an extra day, and I'm not willing to miss first day of school.

- Don't worry darling, we won't miss the train, promise.