Healers Scars
Zia tossed and turned.
Swirls of grey smoky clouds wrapped around her, and she floated to the sky. She was cold, so very very cold. Frost coursed through her body, leaving a chill that shook her to her bones. She floated through a dark tube of the smoky clouds. When she came out, she was hovering high above the Quidditch field, at Hogwarts. She turned over her shoulder and gasped.
She had just floated through a giant Dark Mark. Suddenly, the chill released her and she started to plummet towards the ground. Her spells weren't working. She looked around for help, but found herself surrounded by Death Eaters. They were laughing at her, but kept their brooms at the same fall rate as her. Severus was not counted among them.
As she fell into the arena she looked around for friends. Severus was not where he'd usually be sitting. Of course. As the depression settled into her heart she felt her fall rate accelerate. Dumbledore was gone too. She saw McGonagall cast a spell, but it missed.
"Remus!" she shrieked, as a last ditch effort.
But, it didn't work and she slammed into the ground. As she felt her soul float above her body she saw Remus walk up to her body…and laugh.
"No!" she screamed, as she sat straight up in bed. Sweat poured off of her. The nightmare had been like all of the others. Seriously freaky, with both Severus and Remus abandoning her, always resulting in her death.
She looked at her surroundings and jumped off the bed. She had fell asleep in the Shrieking Shack, just as she had every night – except the full moon – since Severus' betrayal. She didn't feel safe returning to Severus' home. And, she didn't feel welcome anywhere else.
Panic froze her in place as she took in her surroundings. The building was old with wooden walls and a matching floor. But, it was well kept, with antique furniture and beautiful portraits. Her bed had been hard, but the blankets were warm.
She tested the room. There weren't any spells blocking her from exiting the room, or monitoring her movements. Her wand was also still on her.
'Well, whoever it is, they are less hostile than I am," she thought, as she realized that there weren't any windows in the room. Knowing that she could be anywhere in the world, she took a deep quivering breath. There was only one way to find out she thought.
She took two quick steps, and cringed as the floor squeaked beneath her. 'No wonder there aren't any spells to monitor me,' she thought. 'With floors like this, they don't need them.'
She heard footsteps tentatively approaching the door. She prepared herself for an attack, and raised her wand in expectation.