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Chapter 1 - Demented Dreams
Hermione lay on her back outside in her backyard. It's so beautiful out today, she thought to herself. It wasn't usually as hot as a usual July 31st. She closed her eyes. The warmth of the sun felt comforting on her face. She wanted to lie here forever. Not having to worry about anything...the sun glowing on her face...the light flapping sound of the leaves...It seemed to be getting closer...
"Oh!" Hermione cried as she realized what the flapping was. Hedwig was hovering over her face.
"Hedwig! What are you doing here?" Hermione laughed as she straightened up.
Before Hedwig said anything (as if she could), Hermione cried, "Oh! Yes, of course, how could I have forgotten? Harry's sixteen today!"
Hedwig nodded her head in approval.
"Wait right here," she said to Hedwig, who clucked her beak.
Hermione dashed into her house and up the stairs. She had Harry's present all ready and wrapped. Feeling sorry at what the Dursleys would give him as a birthday present, she was happy she had bought a large box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Chocolate Frogs, and a lot of other tasty candies. She grabbed it and went back outside.
Hedwig was helping herself to water from the bird bath. She looked up when Hermione came out.
"You wanted to make sure he got presents, didn't you?" Hermione said brightly to Hedwig. "I wish I had an owl like you." Hermione sighed. She had Crookshanks, and she did not have the heart to leave him.
"Well, tell him I said happy birthday, okay?" she said. "You know what I mean!" Hermione laughed as Hedwig gave her a funny look. She secured her parcel to the snowy owl's leg, and set her off. She could see her soaring into the sky, and then finally... gone.
Many miles away, at the Malfoy Manor, Draco sat on his bed, holding his breath, and his eyes fixed on his bedroom door. He stared at it as if something was about to burst in.
He gazed intently without blinking for what seemed like an hour, but then finally, he let out a deep sigh, and flopped on his large king-sized bed. He must have been really tired, because he fell asleep almost instantly. He was in such a deep slumber, that nothing could have woken him. Nothing...except--
His bedroom door creaked open. Someone wearing a black cloak with the hood on, walked in. Hearing the steady rattling breath, Draco jerked awake, his heart pounding. Even though he didn't look, he could fell the cloaked person creeping closer to his bed. Draco did not see a face, when he looked out of the corner of his eye. But, to his horror, he saw a slimy, gray hand protruding out of the cloak. Gasping in horror, Draco leapt out of bed. His feet hit the floor with a hard thud!
He tried to get up, but his whole body felt numb with fear. As the dementor reached the bed, Draco tried to scream, tried to say something, but words wouldn't come out of his mouth. It was getting closer. Finally, forcing some strength in his legs, Draco scrambled up off his bed and flattened himself against the wall on the other side.
The dementor slowly climbed onto the bed, and had reached the other side. It was now only two feet away from him.
"Leave me alone!" he yelled. He tried to push into the wall more, but it wouldn't budge. He glanced in either directions, but there was no room. The dementor had him cornered. He was trapped.
Draco quickly turned around, his back to the dementor. He did not want to see his fate. Even though the dementors performed their kiss in silence, Draco knew he would be screaming in agony inside. Scrunching himself up against the wall, he felt an ice cold hand grasp his wrist. He screamed, and shut his eyes as everything started to get blurry. He did not open his eyes, even when he heard a voice crying, "Draco! Draco!"
Chapter 1 - Demented Dreams
Hermione lay on her back outside in her backyard. It's so beautiful out today, she thought to herself. It wasn't usually as hot as a usual July 31st. She closed her eyes. The warmth of the sun felt comforting on her face. She wanted to lie here forever. Not having to worry about anything...the sun glowing on her face...the light flapping sound of the leaves...It seemed to be getting closer...
"Oh!" Hermione cried as she realized what the flapping was. Hedwig was hovering over her face.
"Hedwig! What are you doing here?" Hermione laughed as she straightened up.
Before Hedwig said anything (as if she could), Hermione cried, "Oh! Yes, of course, how could I have forgotten? Harry's sixteen today!"
Hedwig nodded her head in approval.
"Wait right here," she said to Hedwig, who clucked her beak.
Hermione dashed into her house and up the stairs. She had Harry's present all ready and wrapped. Feeling sorry at what the Dursleys would give him as a birthday present, she was happy she had bought a large box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Chocolate Frogs, and a lot of other tasty candies. She grabbed it and went back outside.
Hedwig was helping herself to water from the bird bath. She looked up when Hermione came out.
"You wanted to make sure he got presents, didn't you?" Hermione said brightly to Hedwig. "I wish I had an owl like you." Hermione sighed. She had Crookshanks, and she did not have the heart to leave him.
"Well, tell him I said happy birthday, okay?" she said. "You know what I mean!" Hermione laughed as Hedwig gave her a funny look. She secured her parcel to the snowy owl's leg, and set her off. She could see her soaring into the sky, and then finally... gone.
Many miles away, at the Malfoy Manor, Draco sat on his bed, holding his breath, and his eyes fixed on his bedroom door. He stared at it as if something was about to burst in.
He gazed intently without blinking for what seemed like an hour, but then finally, he let out a deep sigh, and flopped on his large king-sized bed. He must have been really tired, because he fell asleep almost instantly. He was in such a deep slumber, that nothing could have woken him. Nothing...except--
His bedroom door creaked open. Someone wearing a black cloak with the hood on, walked in. Hearing the steady rattling breath, Draco jerked awake, his heart pounding. Even though he didn't look, he could fell the cloaked person creeping closer to his bed. Draco did not see a face, when he looked out of the corner of his eye. But, to his horror, he saw a slimy, gray hand protruding out of the cloak. Gasping in horror, Draco leapt out of bed. His feet hit the floor with a hard thud!
He tried to get up, but his whole body felt numb with fear. As the dementor reached the bed, Draco tried to scream, tried to say something, but words wouldn't come out of his mouth. It was getting closer. Finally, forcing some strength in his legs, Draco scrambled up off his bed and flattened himself against the wall on the other side.
The dementor slowly climbed onto the bed, and had reached the other side. It was now only two feet away from him.
"Leave me alone!" he yelled. He tried to push into the wall more, but it wouldn't budge. He glanced in either directions, but there was no room. The dementor had him cornered. He was trapped.
Draco quickly turned around, his back to the dementor. He did not want to see his fate. Even though the dementors performed their kiss in silence, Draco knew he would be screaming in agony inside. Scrunching himself up against the wall, he felt an ice cold hand grasp his wrist. He screamed, and shut his eyes as everything started to get blurry. He did not open his eyes, even when he heard a voice crying, "Draco! Draco!"