MNS: Sorry about the long wait, you guys! I still haven't typed much, so I've been a bit hesitant to post this up here for fear of catching up with the chapters I already have typed then making you guys wait months for another chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters nor the books' plots. I do own Tori and USW's plot, though. That's a start.

Part 1

I woke up in a sweat, gasping. I'd had another nightmare. They'd been becoming more and more frequent in the past month – almost every night. I'd fall asleep and everything would be peaceful for a few minutes. Then my scar would hurt and all of a sudden I would be in my parents' house. I'd see everything that happened from different points of view. This time it was from my point of view.

I hear my dad tell my mom to run and get out just before he screams and is no more. My mother runs into our bedroom and tries to get away. Before she can do anything, the door flies open and Voldemort stands in the doorway. My mother pleads with him to let us live, but he just laughs in her face...then kills her. He looks at us and is about to kill us. But instead (at least, in some dreams) he points the wand at the sky and the Dark Mark appears over our house. Suddenly I'm looking at the house from down the street. Dozens of deatheaters appear out of no where and half walk, half glide towards my house. I hear Voldemort saying 'Come to me, my servants. Come.' then I wake up.

Draco sat up next to me and pulled me to him. We'd been married for a month or so and he knew I was having nightmares about my parents, but I, afraid he would worry, didn't tell him everything. I got up and went to the dresser. Pulling out a piece of paper and a pen, I sat down and began writing as fast as I could while keeping the words legible. Finishing, I sealed the letter, gave it to Serena, and watched as she flew off to find him.

My reply came the next day after lunch:

It's been happening to me, too. I didn't want to ask in case it wasn't happening to you. What should we do?

I quickly went up to my room and wrote my reply:

Meet me here tomorrow night. Try to come alone, but if I know them, they'll want to come. Try not to tell them unless necessary. I haven't completely to Draco yet, either. Around 10 p.m., then.

I sealed the letter and my owl flew off again "What was that about?" Draco asked as I came down the stairs.

"Oh, nothing much," I lied. I didn't want to worry him. He looked like he was about to argue, but thought better of it and stayed silent.

That night, Draco gave me a potion to help me sleep dream-free. I took it and drifted off.

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"No!" I sat up, sweat covering my forehead.

"What's wrong?" he asked, completely worried. The potion hadn't worked. My nightmares still invaded my mind. As my breathing slowed, I turned to him.

"Nothing. Just another nightmare is all."

"Nothing? That potion was supposed to keep you from dreaming."

I shrugged, went to the bathroom and splashed water on my face. I dried off and went back to bed. Picking up Mr. Teddy (a bear I had gotten from Dumbledore that he said was one my parents had given me), I held him tight and laid with my back facing Draco. Sleep did not claim me for a few more hours.

I awoke to the sun streaming in through the window. I rolled over and sat up. As I made my way to the closet, I noticed a letter on my desk. I picked it up and read it.

Ok. I'll try to come alone, but I don't know if I'll make it out without them knowing. Last night I took a potion to sleep, but the nightmares still came.

I grabbed a pen and wrote:

Ditto. Draco is really worried, especially since I keep insisting that it's nothing. You know what this means, then. What we suspected was right. It is crucial that we meet tonight. You need not reply to this.

"This should be the last letter, girl," I told Serena. "You're doing a great job." I gave her the letter and she flew off. I got dressed and went downstairs to find breakfast on the table. "Hungry or something?" I asked.

"Kind of. And guess what?"

"What? You got a job?"

"No! I made it all by myself."

"Gasp! No way! Look who's all grown up, now!" He glared at me for a second before we both sat down and ate.

The afternoon came and went. My stomach was in knots. I kept taking deep breaths and Draco kept giving me confused looks. Around 9:45, I was having trouble keeping still.

"Alright, what's going on? I've not asked all day. Now spill."

"Nothing," I quickly said.

"Something's going on if you said 'nothing' that fast. You can't keep hiding things from me, Tori."

"I'm not." He gave me an 'I-don't-believe-you' look. I didn't say anything. Instead, I looked at the clock. 9:53. "And you keep looking at the clock. Something's up." "Nothing's up." 9:56.

The clock chimed ten times. I took a deep breath and stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"Outside, why?"

"I'm worried about you, Tor," he said as he followed me.

"No! Stay here!" He looked taken aback. I shouldn't have said it that way. Now there's no way he's going to leave. I opened the door and walked down the driveway.

"Lumos," I heard someone say.

I saw a wand light up a few yards away and made my way towards them, Draco by my side. "I see someone was curious," Harry said.

"I could say the same thing for you. In fact, I will. I see certain someones were curious."

"What's going on, guys?" Ron asked. "Why are we here at ten o'clock at night?"

"Yes, Tori. Why?" Draco asked.

Harry and I looked at each other. "No reason. Just missed you guys," I lied. "So Harry," I said, pulling him a bit away from the group as we began walking away from the house, "Are you ready?"

"Ready for what? Guys, what's going on?" Hermione questioned.

"We're going somewhere, if you must know."

"Going somewhere? Where would you go in the middle of the night and why?"

"First of all, Ron, it's not the middle of the night. Secondly, if you guys don't want to come I completely understand."

"We're going...hunting," Harry started.

"Hunting?"

"Well...fine. It's because of our dreams."

"Nightmares, really," I corrected.

"What do nightmares have to do with hunting?" I sighed.

"Geez. They weren't ordinary nightmares. We think..." I looked at Harry. He nodded as if to say 'might-as-well'. "We think Voldemort was making us have them. That's why the potions didn't work. He broke through them. Now we're going to hunt him down. OH! And find all the horcruxes." They all stared at us like we were mad.

"You guys can't be serious. Remember what happened last time we went out in the middle of the night because of dreams?"

"Yes, Hermione, we do. But we have to do this. If you don't want to come, then stay. We'd actually prefer you did."

"No way! We're coming. There's no way we'd let you guys go alone."

"Somehow I knew they'd say that," I said to Harry, who nodded.

"Alright, come on."

"Wait," Draco said, "How do we know where he is?"

"The dreams." We apparated to...

"Your parents' house. That's what you've been dreaming about."

We nodded and led the way. "If anything happens, you guys get out of there right away," we warned. I was nervous now, but not as much. I was actually a bit...excited. I don't know if that's a good word to use, but whatever.

We entered the house. Everything was dark and quiet. Not usually a good sign. I led the way upstairs, Harry close behind me and the others behind him. There was a small glow coming from a room in the back. Our old room. We walked over to the door and pushed it open slightly. Inside was a fire going and a huge chair, empty.

Suddenly, we were grabbed from behind and forced into the room! We stood there, deatheaters holding us captive, as the one and only Voldemort walked across the room and sat down in the huge chair.

"Well, well, well. Looks like you brought some friends with you again," he hissed. We glared at him. "Hostile, are we? We'll have to do something about that." He snapped his fingers and Ron cried out in pain. The deatheater holding him had crucio-ed him. "You have something I want, Tori."

My eyes went wide. "What do you mean?"

"I think you know. That necklace in your pocket. It's mine and I want it back. So, if you'd be so kind as to hand it over."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I told him angrily.

He snapped his fingers and Hermione collapsed on the floor, screaming in pain.

"Stop it!" He snapped his fingers and she stopped screaming, though her body was twitching a lot on the floor.

"Now, if you'd be so kind." He held out his hand.

"They go home in no worse condition than they're in now and your guys don't follow them or anything," I bargained.

"Four lives for a necklace doesn't seem quite fair does it?"

"If you allow them to go home the way they are now and you leave them alone, I'll give you the necklace and--"

MNS: There you have it. The first chapter of The Unspoken Words. Enjoy!