Disclaimer: My name is not J.K. Rowling and there for I am not the owner of any of her original work. My characters are my own though and any other extras that I may write are mine though.

Chapter 1

Le Reve

Unheard pleas for help fill the room. Ever soft whimpering could be heard as well. A girl sat on the floor, crying. She looked up and noticed a boy in front of her, scowling. He began to laugh and started slowly walking towards her. She became more frightened with every step he took.

He grabbed her by the shoulders, gripping extremely tightly. Picking her up, he threw her against the wall, so hard that she bounced when she hit the barrier between this room and outside. She, already tired and in pain, only let out a small moan of exhaustion. Again, he walked up to her, this time he slapped her across the face. Suddenly, her eyesight became blurry and her eyelids heavy. Although, just before fainting, she caught a glimpse of light in the corner of her eye...

"Nia, Nia! Wake up!" a familiar voice ordered. "NAOMI! Wake up!" Naomi gasped suddenly. Slowly wakening, she realized someone had pulled her into a tight hug let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank Merlin! You're awake! Everyone could hear you screaming. No one could wake you up, so some of the girls came and got me. Are you alright…was it the, uh... dream again?" she pulled away, looking concerned.

"I'm fine; I guess it still bothers me though. I thought I could handle it by know! Melanie, why is it so ha—" Naomi wanted to finish, but she could not muster up the strength to do so. It hurt so much...She couldn't hold back the tears any longer.

After a month of having the same dream, she just couldn't stand the burning feeling around her eyes. Naomi collapsed into Mel's arms, thanking Merlin as much as she could to have such a friend as Melanie.

"You should speak with Madame DeBarbarac. Maybe she can help you." It seemed so hard for Mel to smile when her friend was so upset. She did smile, though looking stern yet worried more than anything else.

"No, Mel. I can handle this, I can." Naomi seemed to be trying to convince not only Mel, but herself as well.

"But Nia, it could help!" Mel persisted. She was not about to give up on her best friend, Naomi.

This went on for about an hour, until Nia finally gave up. "Pride or no pride, this will be good for you." Mel seemed happy with herself. Nia, putting on a black zip-up over a plain amber tank, tied her hair in a high ponytail, and put on a pair of old, comfortable sneakers. It was a Saturday, so there was no point on putting on her uniform and school robes. Once Nia had finished dressing she turned toward Mel, thumbs in the side belt loops of her jeans.

"Are you absolutely positive that you can't come?" Nia asked with a pleading look on her face.

"I'm really sorry, Nia, but you know I can't. I have to meet up with Madame Léan; I need to speak to her about classes," Mel finished. She would have gladly taken a rain check on Madame Léan if it were not for her being so strict.

"Alright, I should go then, shouldn't I? To Madame DeBarbarac's I mean?" Nia had absolutely no intentions on seeing her for herself. However, she thought back to the compassion Mel had for Nia, urging for her to go see Madame DeBarbarac. Nia decided she would go to her…for Mel.

Mel looked and nodding got up and gave Nia a hug. While pulling away, she whispered a good luck in Naomi's ear and left, starting towards Madame Léan's classroom. Walking down the hall, Naomi realized that it had been two years since she last cried, with the exception of this morning. With everything that had happened to her so far, it was amazing she hadn't given up on herself. That her family, friends, and even professors still had not given up on her. The last time Naomi remembered having the same nightmare was almost eighteen months ago. Why had the dreams started up again...and why now of all the times?

"Ouch!" Naomi began to rub her nose. She had been so inattentive that she failed to notice she was already at the Pegasus statue and had bumped into it. This was the hidden entrance to Madame DeBarbarac office, a flying horse statue on all fours.

Madame DeBarbarac had been giving her the password for her office for some time now...Ever since she began to have the nightmares again. "Le rêve." Naomi whispered. At these words, the horse reared onto its hind legs and out of the way. The walls slowly opened in front of her to reveal a small hallway. She began to walk down this hallway, noticing the portraits of exotic animals that lined the walls.

Once Naomi reached the door, she stopped; trying to knock wasn't working. Why was she so afraid to just go in and talk to her? Just because she didn't like talking to her headmistress never meant it would not help her. Nia knew, deep down, that in a way it would.

This is too nerve-racking! If trying isn't going to work, then forcing will! Nia thought. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on Madame DeBarbarac's door.