This is my first posted fanfiction. I have written the stuff for years, but never with the goal to complete a piece or post it. I liked this one too much to ignore the muse that had created it. Meagen from the website meagen. was in part responsible for some of this plot line. I have shifted it to suit the writing I did.

Please excuse that this first chapter is without names or reference points, this fanfiction is based in the Marauder time table, as was stated in the summary. The main character is a made-up of mine, I promise to do my best to avoid all 'Mary Sue' behavior and would love your criticisms on her.

I will post more shortly, hopefully you will enjoy, and without further ado, 'Dreams…'

Dreams…

They haunted her every night and, still, she welcomed them. Sometimes, during her waking hours, she urged for them.

This morning, the dreams were more then haunting, the dreams shifted to terrifying. She only remembered one upon her waking, but there had secretly been others like it while she slept. The dreams she did remember, it left her trembling, covered in a thick, cold sweat. She would never ache for a repeat of this dream.

It showed her all she as capable of, even the taking of another life. Others might have said that she had been justified in taking it, but she remembered the sickening feeling of warm blood trickling down her fingers. She remembered the sound of bones crunching. Worse, she remembered the ease and grace she'd done it with. It had been instant, as if done purely by instinct.

She realized this and grimaced. Instinct seemed the right word. It was an animal who had killed, not a human. She remembered the smell of iron and the smell of sweat. Two smells of blood, both of those dead, the killed and killer. The sweat was not from the killer; she was not the killer; she was the predator. The sweat belonged to killed and the predator. Her killing had been done in rage and passion, but not the same sort of passion from which the sweat was bore. It was this sweat baring passion that called her to dream…

She quickly made her way to the shower, never bothering to remove her clothing. She plunged almost headfirst into the stream of falling water as she turned the blue-coded tap all the way.

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Very short, even shorter then I expected, but it's a beginning, next chapter, 'Misplaced Titles.' Possibly posted by the end of the

week.