Disclamier: I am not J.K. Rowling, so Harry Potter is not mine.
Nightmares
The room was dark and there was only moon light spilling in though the high windows. The only sounds were her gasps of pain and the evil laughter that followed. The laughter echoed through the stone walls. She raised her brown doe eyes to Bellatrix's dark black eyes, she wasn't going to show weakness.
"What's wrong mudblood? Hurt?" Bellatrix smirked at her victim.
The young woman kept looking blankly back into those dark pools she didn't even flinch at the word mudblood. She kept the eye contact pretending it was a staring contest, a contest she was not going to lose.
"Don't look at me like that you filthy mudblood!" shrieked Bellatrix after she saw the bravery in the girl's eyes. "Crucio!" The smirk reappeared as she saw the young woman's body tense up and the woman's eyes fill with pain.
It didn't last long the young woman kept the eye contact. Bellatrix decided that this one was going to be a hard one to kill off. Finally a challenge, I do like a challenge. She thought she sent a stunning spell at the witch and smiling she walked out of the dungeon leaving Hermione alone in the dark curled up on the cold stone floor.
"Harry!" Ginny shook his shoulders trying to wake him.
"MMmmm" was all she got out of him. Sighing she got out of bed and began pacing the room.
"Ginny its not even dawn yet." Harry groaned.
When he got no answer he looked up to see his wife pacing the dark room. He was about to ask her if she was planning on wearing down the carpet when he noticed that she was twirling red hair with her fingers and her eyebrows were knitted together as she thought silently. She was worried. "Whats wrong" He asked sitting up. He realized that he should have worn a shirt. The room was cold and the covers had slipped off when he sat up, letting the cold creep in and giving him goose bumps. She looked at him coming back from her thoughts.
"I have this feeling like something is terribly wrong." she said quietly. Harry who had pulled her back into bed got up and walked towards the door. "They are OK I just checked on them." her words stopped him from running out of the room.
"Then tell me whats wrong?" he returned to her side on the bed.
"Well it was a nightmare I remember that but I really can't remember what the nightmare held. I just remember a lot of pain like as if I was being tortured." She felt him pull her closer as he placed an arm around her shoulders. "I woke up with a tight feeling in my chest and went over to check on them" she was looking towards the door. "They are some deep sleepers" she chuckled
"Well they seem to take after their mother then" he glanced over at Ginny who stuck out her tongue at him.
"Love you baby" he said sweetly. "lets get some sleep we can talk when the sun rises" he pulls her under the covers.
"They take after their father" she said quietly. But her words went into the chilly air because her husband was already sleeping.
Ginny laid there for a few minutes snuggled up in Harry's arms. When she realized she couldn't get rid of the tight feeling in her chest she slowly got up and pulled a robe on. She entered the room with the two infants sleeping soundly. She knew they would be sleeping the two would have made a ruckus if they had woken up. Lovingly she kissed them both on their foreheads the boy stirred at the touch of his mother but kept on sleeping. The girl didn't seem to have felt the kiss her mother had given her. She slowly walked out of the room and into the study down stairs. After having a cup of hot calming tea she picked up the book Hermione had lent her this afternoon. She was soon engrossed in the murder mystery.