She rose the sword over her head and dug it down deep into his shoulder. He was kneeling down at her feet with his grey eyes staring back at her swirling like mercury. Blood poured from his shoulder but he didn't cry out. With the sword of Gryffindor embedded into his body he keeled over until his long blonde hair mixed with his blood turning it red. She watched him die, she watched herself murder him and she heard herself scream.

She was screaming in her bed. Her friends in her dorm were there at her side. She was covered in sweat and shivering in her own bed.

Madame Coral burst through her dorm room door and pushed the other girls out of the way. "An alarm was sounded at your distress, what is it Rose?"

She tried to form the words but her mind was still racing, "J-just a dream, Miss."

The girls were told to settle back down into their beds, Madame Coral made her drink a potion to ease her back into a restful sleep. Drinking the small vial, she drifted so quickly to sleep that she didn't realize she was staring at the sunlight of the following morning within what felt like moments.

"Rose, you look terrible." Alexandria Nott announced hovering over her head. "How are you feeling?"

"I don't know." She replied with croaky voice. She got up and dressed under the worried watch of Alexandria and Daphne Zabini. "Ugh, I feel too out of it for make up." She sighed.

"Which is exactly why you need it," Alexandria grabbed the mascara wand out of Rose's hand, placing her own hand gently upon Rose's face and began correcting the earlier attempt at her eyelashes.

After both girls signed off on her look for the day, they headed up to the great hall for breakfast. Walking into the hall just as another swarm of students were coming out.

Scorpius.

Alexandria and Daphne walked around him, studying him out of the corner of their eye. Rose knew that look. She'd received that look, she'd heard similar whispers to the one's Scorpius got. Rose Weasley, the first of her not to be in Gryffindor! The Slytherin Weasley! For Scorpius Malfoy to be in Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin it was the same kind of blasphemy especially to families like Zabini and Nott.

Rose had frozen completely still, his hair was completely clean of blood but she couldn't stop thinking about her dream last night, about thrusting the sword of Gryffindor into him and killing him. She shuddered under his gaze and his eyes widened when he realized she was staring at him. She ran into the great hall and sat down with her friends, eating her breakfast and heading to class.

That night she had the same nightmare. She watched him die again and was greeted by the same awakening scream and the same potion fed to her by Madame Coral, Head of Slytherin House.

"Miss Weasley," Headmistress Mcgonagall had called her into her office after a weeks' worth of disturbances, by this point Rose felt so frazzled and on edge she was too anxious to go to bed and every class she had with Scorpius was difficult. "Take a seat. I've been updated on the situation."

"Ah, here we go Scorpius sit please." Mcgonagall called toward the door and sure enough he walked through the door taking the seat next to her, glancing up to her.

What was going on?

"Mr Malfoy, Miss Weasley now that you're both here let's reprise the situation, shall we?" Headmistress began. "We are here because of the dreams you've been having, the both of you have been having." She added for dramatic effect.

They looked up at each other his eyes piercing her gaze.

"What do you dream about?" She whispered.

"You." His voice wavered, she never realized how deep his voice was. "You were standing."

"You're kneeling at my feet." She supplied, he nodded gulping. "Then I, with the sword." She felt her eyes well up but that's as far as she let it go. "Then you die." She breathed.

He nodded leaning back into his chair.

"Mr. Malfoy." Mcgonagall said. "I've been told that there was more to your dreams than hers."

"What?" She cried out. Scanning both of them. "What else could possibly happen?"

"You resurrect me."