Disclaimer- Ok, sadly I do not own Harry Potter (tear tear, cry cry), but I love re-writing JK's wonderful work. Also, this is my first piece, so I hope it's not too bad. Please, please review!
Chapter 1- The Silent Ghost
Her fists clenched to the sheets as she struggled through yet another terrible nightmare. Her dreams were filled with visions of that night when her parents and sister were brutally murdered by Lord Voldermort. It was any other night; her family was sitting on the patio outside of her house when suddenly a dark, cloaked figure approached them. Her mother gasped and told my sister and me to go inside. I ran in and my sister followed me. We hid behind the kitchen counters, but we could still see what was going on through the screen doors. The figure pulled out a wand (My parents were both pure-bloods) and we heard him yell a spell, but we were un-sure which one. My mother and father suddenly fell backwards and remained un-moving. My sister arose suddenly and ran outside, but immediately she fell down, right next to my parents.
"No! Celia!" Suddenly Alex shot up and she glanced around the Gryffindor common room to see if anyone was still awake. She saw Herimone Granger sitting up reading a book.
Alex stood up, but sat back down. She was still a little bit wobbly from the dream. Finally she stood up and walked toward Herimone.
"Hey Alex, what are you doing up so late?" Herimone asked concerningly, motioning for Alex to sit down, "Did you have another nightmare?"
Alex took a sharp breath in, "Yeah, this one was just like the other one. I just can't get over the fear in their faces, they looked so, so, unreal. They almost looked dead at that moment, like they died of terror. But how could anyone cause that?"
"It can happen, Alex. People do die of terror. When there worst fear becomes reality, they just, fall apart." Herimone said, the words struggling to come out of her mouth. She could tell that Alex hadn't slept much for a long time, "Alex, just keep in mind that you survived. You can't keep dwelling on the past. I know you lost a lot, but you can't let it ruin your life now."
Alex nodded, "I know, well, I better let you get back to your book. See you tomorrow at breakfast." Alex got up and went back to her bed.
"Good night Alex, try to get some sleep." Herimone whispered as she turned off the light.
Alex's eyes adjusted to light and she could see the outline of Lord Voldermort all over the room. Her hands began to quiver and she pulled the covers over her head. Tears began to drip silently from her eyes; she wiped them away and closed her eyes. After an hour she finally fell asleep.
A/N: I hope you liked it! Please R/R and be brutally honest. Lots more to come, I promise! I have quite a few good ideas for later chapters, please keep reading!