I'm sure everyone can recall childhood fears. Things that go bump in the night. When you'd finish being tucked in at night and close your eyes for a rest, sometimes your imagination would take those fears and run with them.

For me, Hermione Granger, those fears never went away. I tried to stop them by refusing to watch any form of muggle horror film. But, when I turned 11 I discovered that some of my fears were realities. I discovered that Witches, Wizards, Ghost, Vampires, Goblins, and so much more were real. Some were good but others made my imagined creatures look like little puppies. My nightmares never left me with childhood like most others. When I closed my eyes after my long days I could sometimes still see those creatures attack me in my sleep. But this time, they were ten times worse.

It wasn't as if my days were filled with scares either. I had a nice life. Amazing friends and a wonderful family. Harry, Ron, and Megan had been with me since I first started Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when I was eleven. And in fourth year I meet my later to be husband, Cedric Diggory. We became friends that year, when I turned 15. The next year he asked me out and in my seventh year he asked me to marry him. It was a crazy time and our world was on the brink of war. Voldemort, the darkest nightmare, was at large for the Second Wizarding War. But he was defeated a year later and now our world is quite peaceful.

But my dreams still havn't left. One night, the same night I discovered the cure for these nightmares, I had a particularly nasty one.

I was standing on the top of a building with a smirking clown starring at me. He sent shivers up and down my spine. He was possibly the creepiest being I'd ever come across. He had green hair that was crimped and down to his shoulders. He wore and ugly velvet purple suit. The last things I noticed was his make-up. It looked as if a five year old had done it. He walked towards me with a knife in hand and grabbed my waist before I could react. It was particularly creepy because in my flimsy nightgown I could actually feel his slimy hands on me. He forced me to look at his face up close. It was then that I let out a horrified noise because I realized who this was. It was the Joker. A bag guy from a muggle comic-series called Batman. My father would read it to me when I was little. His character was the most threatening because he was crazy, unpredictable, and didn't fear death.

"So." He smiled in a child-like tone with a lisp and licked his lips. "Lets see the little witchy fly." He spun me around and shoved me off the high building. I've always been terrified of hights so I squeeled. I looked down and saw him waiting for me at the bottom with his shiny blade stuck straight up in the air.

I shot up out of bed breathing heavily. I couldn't stop imagining his blue eyes. I closed my eyes and his face shone clear in my head. I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist and I jumped up.

"Granger." Cedric whispered in my ear. "What's wrong?" He sounded concerned but I was just happy that it was just Cedric.

"Nightmare." I whispered as I continued to slow my breathing again.

"Are you okay?" He asked. "You seem really shooken up."

"I'm... I was just... really scared." I admitted feeling like a little kid who has to crawl into bed with their parents when they're scared.

"I can cure that." He breathed in my ear and moved his hands soothingly around my front. I leaned back against him and closed my eyes. I was still having after shakes but he was slowly curing those. My heart was starting to race with arousment not fear this time. And he knew too.

"Better." He smiled.

"Much." I replied.

"I told you I knew a cure." He replied then started kissing me. The only image in my head now was of him and I felt at peace.