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A/N: Kind of freaky, my Mum hated it. Nightmares make for good plot fodder.
Harry awoke drenched in sweat. 'That was some dream.' Rolling over, he pulled his curtains open. "Ron, I just had the worst dream. Ron?" Harry supposed his friend hadn't heard him. He looked over at the clock. "7:00! I can't believe you aren't awake yet. Ron?" Harry stood and stretched. Then he reached over and pulled Ron's bed curtains open. "Wake up sleepy h-" He stopped. Ron's sightless eyes stared up at him, frozen in horror. "Oh, God!!! No!!!" Harry ran to each of his roommates' respective beds. Every time he pulled the curtains back he was met with the same sightless, glassy stare, and utter terror written in the lines of each prone figure. Harry's hands shook, and he felt his knees go weak. 'Oh god....' He flew to the door and rushed to the girls' dormitory. He threw open the door calling, "Hermione! Something's wrong! I think Voldemort is-" He stopped as he saw what waited behind these curtains. Her expression was identical to Ron's. As he rushed around the room, tearing down the curtains that were concealing the prone figures in every one of the beds. He had tears streaming down his face as he turned to go, but it was not his sob that broke the pallid silence. "Who's there?" A shuffling came from the far corner. Out came a tiny figure. "Winky?" "Yes sir." "Do you know what happened?" "Yes sir." "Did you see who did it?" "Yes sir." "Who, Winky?" Winky lifted her tear-filled eyes to meet his. "It was an evil man. He laughed. Said it served them all right. That he was doing them a favor." "Who?" "It was you Harry Potter."
Harry awoke sweating. 'It was just a dream. But it seemed so real.' "Ron, I just had the worst dream. Ron?"
Harry awoke drenched in sweat. 'That was some dream.' Rolling over, he pulled his curtains open. "Ron, I just had the worst dream. Ron?" Harry supposed his friend hadn't heard him. He looked over at the clock. "7:00! I can't believe you aren't awake yet. Ron?" Harry stood and stretched. Then he reached over and pulled Ron's bed curtains open. "Wake up sleepy h-" He stopped. Ron's sightless eyes stared up at him, frozen in horror. "Oh, God!!! No!!!" Harry ran to each of his roommates' respective beds. Every time he pulled the curtains back he was met with the same sightless, glassy stare, and utter terror written in the lines of each prone figure. Harry's hands shook, and he felt his knees go weak. 'Oh god....' He flew to the door and rushed to the girls' dormitory. He threw open the door calling, "Hermione! Something's wrong! I think Voldemort is-" He stopped as he saw what waited behind these curtains. Her expression was identical to Ron's. As he rushed around the room, tearing down the curtains that were concealing the prone figures in every one of the beds. He had tears streaming down his face as he turned to go, but it was not his sob that broke the pallid silence. "Who's there?" A shuffling came from the far corner. Out came a tiny figure. "Winky?" "Yes sir." "Do you know what happened?" "Yes sir." "Did you see who did it?" "Yes sir." "Who, Winky?" Winky lifted her tear-filled eyes to meet his. "It was an evil man. He laughed. Said it served them all right. That he was doing them a favor." "Who?" "It was you Harry Potter."
Harry awoke sweating. 'It was just a dream. But it seemed so real.' "Ron, I just had the worst dream. Ron?"