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Dear journal,
I don't know what's going on anymore. I'm so confused. It happened again last night...however, I'm still at a loss of what it could mean. Oh Merlin, what am I even talking about? It probably means nothing, yes, nothing at all. Dreams don't always actually mean anything, right? I remember Mum telling me once that dreams were a way for the unconsciousness to communicate with us. What could my mind be wanting to tell me? I haven't the slightest clue...
All I know is that waking up covered in sweat is not the way I'm wanting to spend my entire year, the term only just started; how am I suppose to deal with this all year? Perhaps I should owl Mum about taking some Dreamless Sleep potion to avoid the nightmares... but that would entail having to tell her about the nightmares, which is something I certainly do not wish to do. She's nosy enough as it is, bless her soul.
That brings me right back to square one, confused and exhausted. I never took myself for one that needed beauty sleep, but hell, one will eventually go loony after only sleeping two or three hours per night. At least I didn't wake up screaming this time. Merlin knows how the girls in the dormitory would react having been woken up by my screams a second night in a row. That surely would not have gone well...
I just want to know what it all means. Why am I having this nightmare over and over again, night after night? Why am I always in a dark room with only a faint light coming from a small window near the ceiling? Then the footsteps...I've never heard such a loud and deafening sound in my life. It always feels as if time stands still as the doorknob to the room is slowly turned, while my back is pressed against the cool cement wall. The feeling of complete and utter horror fills every inch of my body as I cling onto a thin, worn-out, red blanket. Heart thumping in my chest, I bring the raggedy blanket to shield my eyes as the door of the small room is opened and light quickly floods the area. The light is brighter than any light I have ever seen, as though I had been tucked away in the darkness for too long.
The most rememberable part of the entire ordeal isn't the way I cower in the presents of the intruders, or even the smell of rotten meat that blows through the room. The most rememberable part of the nightmare is the way the two men enter the room as two huge black silhouettes. The men slowly edge closer to where I crouch in the corner, clutching onto the filthy red blanket like it's my last hope of survival. One man reaches out with a large hand and takes hold of my tiny arm, then with an aggressive tug, the man tears me away from the blanket. Right before my eyes are covered with a smelly cloth, the last thing I see is my blanket falling to the ground, abandoned.
Then I wake up.
After all of this, the most dreadful part isn't dreaming this horrible nightmare night after night; it's having the memory haunt my thoughts day after day.
- Ginny Weasley
I truly hope you enjoyed this read. I know this isn't a lot to go on, and can be quite mysterious, however it is intended to be this way as the first chapter. All will be revealed in due time. I'm so absolutely excited about this story and I hope you are intrigued as well! Please feel free to share your thoughts.
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