Strong arms embrace me, soft words is whispered in my ear making me shudder, warm hands strokes my hair back. Smooth kisses down my neck. "Ron" I groan, in a complete state of happiness.
 But as I being to return the hug, whisper back, pull HIS hair back, kiss him…, I see him. Cedric. It feels like someone punches my chest, making me unable to breath. Cedric´s sad eyes, looking at me, Harry.
. "How can you be happy when I'm dead? Don´t you love me anymore? Why didn´t you save me?"

I woke up, sweating, panting and franticly crying. These dreams, these painful dreams.

I sat up in fetal position rocking back and forth, trying to keep my crying as low as possible.

I don´t want to wake the Dursley´s. They would probably just beat me senseless to make me shut up.

I tried not to think about Cedric, and started wondering why I have sexdreams about Ron. We´re just friends.

Maybe because I miss him. As I do Hermione, neither of them have sent a single letter whole summer.

Now when I need someone to talk to more than ever.

Not that I can reveal to them that I love Cedric, but I can tell them about the angst I feel by not having been able to save him.

Feeling the anger rising within my chest, I rose up quickly, searching for something to throw, but couldn't find anything else then my pillow.

Which wasn´t as satisfying to throw as would have been something that could break, or at least make some noise.

I bit my tongue in frenzy, grabbing my hair so hard that it loosened from the roots. It hurt, but I felt a bit calmer.

Feeling exhausted I lied down and thought that at least I'm getting out of here tomorrow.

And Indeed I did. Next day I was escorted by mad eye moody and some other folks from the order.

We flew to the Orders Headquarters, which is Sirius ´old house. `

When I came in, after entering, I was almost instantly attacked by Molly.

She hugged me, kissed me and then sent me upstairs, to Ron and Hermione.

I unexpectedly felt my heart beating faster, and my face felt warmer as I thought about the dreams I had had of Ron.

I hesitated in front of the door for a second, and then I walked in feeling slightly nervous about how to act in front of him.

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