A Nightmare in Hogwarts

Summary: Freddy is looking for the witch that will be the key to his immortality and ability to exist outside of the dream world.

A/N: All of the stuff that is recognizable belongs to someone else. Harry Potter and Freddy belong to their creators.

Clothed in her favorite bathrobe with pajamas in hand, Pansy Parkinson walked through the door into the prefect's bathroom. Draco had given her the password and had wanted her to relax.

She was used to the surrounding of luxury, but this bath was great. The bath was softly lit by a candle-filled chandelier, and everything was made of white marble, and a large rectangular summing pool was sunk into the middle of the floor. There were countless golden taps around the pool's edge, each with a differently colored jewel set into its handle. There was also a diving board. Long white linen curtains hung at the windows, a large pile of fluffy white towels sat in a corner, and there was a single golden framed painting on the wall with a blond mermaid. In all, it was heavenly and it was just what she needed to relax.

She had found it hard to sleep these last few days since the tragic death of Tracey Davis. She could not understand it. Tracey had shown no signs of stress, but Pansy was the one to walk in on her unspeakable suicide. Body cold with death, eyes in silent terror, a shudder ran through Pansy. She remembered the words of her mother to take it day by day.

She grabbed one of the towels off the shelf placed it on the edge of the pool. She walked over to the pool and turned on a few of the taps. When the deep pool filled with water, she turned off the taps.

She pulled off her robe and jump into the pool. The water was wonderful. It was so deep that her feet barely touched the bottom, and she actually did a couple of lengths of the pool. It was during one of her laps when she heard the door open. She turned and smiled as she saw Draco enter.

"I am sorry, my love. I should have been on time, but I was held up." Draco walked over to the edge of the pool, took off his shoes, rolled up his pants, sat down at the pool's edge, and swung his legs in the water.

"It's alright at least you're here now," she smiled at him.

"We have not had the discussion yet," he said lazily.

"What discussion?" she asked warily.

"The one where you tell me what you're feeling and what happened."

"I feel like utter crap. I mean I saw her. I saw what was carved into her chest. Freddie is back. Who is he and what does he want? Is that room safe? I feel like it can never go there. I don't understand what happened. Why? Why did this happen? Why did she have to die? What am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know. When the time is right, you'll know. You pray and listen. Then, you'll know."

She smiled, "Thanks Draco now let's get clean." She grabbed him and tugged him into the water.

After the bath, she came back to her new room. The girls moved to a different room after the incident, and she got into the bed.

She had not wanted to bother Draco but she was not getting good sleep these last few days. Her dreams were always about a scarred man with a dirty brown hat.

She had told everyone about her dreams when it started happening but people just dismissed her as having paranoia due to what she found. She needed help.

She settled into an uneasy sleep.

She was in Hogsmead for a day of recreation. The town was mysteriously empty a little girl in a white dress was drawing on the sidewalk in front of an old abandoned house. Pansy leaned down and asked, "Do you live here?"

The young girl answered, giggling, "Freddy lives here, and he's not home."

"Who is Freddy?"

"You'll find out soon," the girl stated serenely. The sky turned black and started to pour down rain. Pansy ran toward the house. She turned toward a squeaking noise and looked as the front door of the house opened. She turned to view the sidewalk before entering. She saw a group of children in white clothing jumping rope and singing, "One, two, Freddy's coming for you, three, four, better lock your door..." She moved to step away from the door, but before she could make a step. A hand, mangled, burned shot toward her, grabbed her, and pulled her into the house.

She awoke panting, sweating. She had to get help and there was one person came to mind. Hermione Granger.