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Chapter One - Dreams

Hermione
A cry rang out. Another body fell. I craned my neck, desperately searching for him in the rubble, or the abundance of dead bodies that lay around me. Spells shot at me from all directions, different voices that all blurred together into the screeches of the injured and dying.

I ducked, in a frantic attempt to dodge the spells being thrown, only missing a spell to my head by an inch. I ran backwards, away from the approaching enemies, and into the castle. Huge chunks were missing, and hundreds of small fires were burning around me. I climbed trough a hole that had been imprinted in the castle, and dropped swiftly to the ground, before running on through the ruins.

I climbed over yet another large piece of the once beautiful building, and came face to ace with her.
"You..." I murmured under my breath clutching my wand tightly in my right hand. The girl smirked and also gripped her wand frighteningly tight.
"Worthless little Mudblood." She lifted her wand, and pointed it towards my head. "Any last words?" Sarcasm dripped off her words, and I swallowed hard.
"Pansy, you don't want to do this," I started, looking deep into her murky eyes, before I too raised my wand. "We don't have to do this." I emphasized the word 'we'.
"You'll never understand Granger." She whispered, so I was barely able to hear her above the battle cries. Her eyes full of pure hatred, she shouted, "STUPIFY!"
I reacted fast and blocked the spell by crying, "Finite Incantatem!" Before screaming back, "ENGORGIO!"

The girl was shocked, and howled as her face began to to swell uncontrollably. She regained control of herself, and hollered back, "PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!" I quickly blocked the spell, but was shocked when she yelled out again. "EXPELLIARMUS!" My wand flew from my hand, and was left trapped in a gap between two huge boulders. I quickly scrambled towards my wand, hopping over and side stepping around different obstacles, falling rocks, and spells the girl shot at me. I heard her roaring spells, as they reflected off the rocks and the castle its self. I eventually reached my wand, and started to try and yank it from the unforgiving clasp of the two rocks.

Finally, I pulled the wand from the crevice, and swung around to once again face the girl. Unfortunately, I was not in time though to avoid her next curse.
"LACERO!" The cutting curse hit me, slashing my right cheek, and then again my left ankle.

I yelped in pain, but retaliated angrily, by hollering, "CONFUNDUS!" I sprinted past the girl, who was left confused, and had dropped her wand to the floor, looking around in bewilderment at the battles surrounding her. I could not have killed her, it would have been inhumane. I felt a pang of sympathy for the puzzled girl, but continued to run, hopelessly searching for him, once again. I ran past my friends, blocking spells, and occasionally stopping to throw a spell at the enemy, or heal an injured student. I scanned the grounds, despairingly hunting for him, his face, any trace of him being here or anywhere. I kept scavenging for him, I needed to know where he was, as if his father got him, then who knew what would happen.

I heard a whimper coming from behind the castle walls, and cautiously moved towards it. I grasped my wand and stepped around the wall, pointing my wand at the victim I could now see curled in a ball, weeping. Lowering my wand, I moved towards the sobbing boy. I extended my left hand,and placed it on his shoulder,only to feel him flinch from my touch, and jerk away. He looked up, fear filing his eyes, and tears running down his puffy cheeks. I examined what state he was in, how bad any injuries he had were, only to see his right leg had snapped in several places, and bruises were covering his arms.
"Who did this to you?" I murmured, staring deep into his eyes, trying to reassure him. His lip trembled, he was obviously overcome with pain.
"Th... that," He swallowed, trying to find his words, "That man." He finally got out, his voice shaking, and his eyes kept wondering towards his deformed leg. I recognized his short, dirty blonde hair, his tanned skin and ice blue eyes.
"What man?"I asked, even though I was almost certain I knew the exact man he was talking about. He furrowed his eyebrows together as he thought for a moment, biting his lip subconsciously.
"He was tall..." He paused for a moment, and squeezed his eyes shut in agony, "Pale. Very pale, and blonde. Blonde, long hair." I nodded at his description, understanding the stop - start way he spoke, I had gotten used to Harry speaking like this when he was ill or injured, which happened so often. Although, now, my suspicions were confirmed.
"I see," I began, "Can you tell me where he went?" I again clasped my wand.
"That way." He motioned towards the grand staircase that was so close, yet seemed so far away as parts of it were falling off, making heavy thuds. I turned back towards him, and pointed my wand at his leg. He winced, and his eyes went wide with shock, but I ignored this.
"Ferula." I say softly, before putting my wand back into my pocket, and checking to make sure the spell was doe correctly. He hissed in pain, and it was then I remembered his name.

He was a second year, and was meant to be at home, away from the school, that was now in such danger, like all the other second years were, but he was staying at the castle under unfortunate circumstances. His older sister Maisy and his parents, had been killed in a recent attack on their home, the Death Eaters had mercilessly struck down John, and Anamaria, as they tried to defend their daughter, Maisy. She had escaped, and hid at her friends house, a Pure Blood family, who could protect her against the Death Eaters. It was because of the fact that Maisy had witnessed this happening, the Death Eaters had come after her, when she was in Hogsmeade one weekend.

"Alex," I started, but as I did he looked up, obviously surprised that I knew his name. smiled, and continued, "Thank you. We need to get you to the Great Hall, Madame Pomfrey will be there, as will all the injured. There she can properly treat you leg, ad you will be protected. I promise." I took his hand as I said the last words, and he nodded in agreement, as I wrapped my arms around him to pull him to his feet. I draped his arm over my shoulder, ready to sea lightening charm, but poor Alex was only skin and bones, and I was able to support him effortlessly.

I tightened my grip around his skinny waist when we came to the end of the wall, and different spells were flying mere centimeters from my head. Suddenly, I felt Alex drop slightly, like a dead weight in my arms, I twisted my head and saw Alex's eyes rolled back into his head.
'No...' I thought to myself as I struggled to pass the war zone. I caught sight of a familiar tuft of brown hair, and shouted out to him, "Neville! Neville, over here!" I watched as he looked around, trying to decipher where my cries were coming from. When he finally looked in our direction, I waved my free hand to catch his attention, racing when he saw me frantically waving my hand about.

"What...Happened?" The boy panted, worry written across is face as he stared deep into my eyes. He had a gash across his forehead, dirt and ash covering his cheeks, his eyebrows knitted together with concern, his wand clasped in his left hand.
"I found him, behind a wall, by the boys bathroom in the Kingston Wing, his leg," I gestured towards Alex's leg, "He did this, Neville. He's here. Which means..." I trailed off, my voice breaking as my eyes began to well up.
"I know." His voice was stable, but could sense that he too knew what was aware of the foreboding that was coming not only my, but our way. I looked down, determined that nobody would see the tears that threatened to spill down my cheeks. "Go." I heard his voice above the shouts and screams of the battle, sticking out above the noise. I looked up, shocked, almost dropping Alex, but I regained my composure just in time.
"What? I-" Neville cut me off before I could continue, taking Alex from around my neck and holding him in his now strong arms.
"Go find him. Now, before its too late. I'll take him to the Grand Hall, please, just go now." He pushed me back in the direction of the Grand Staircase, and turned around and sprinted through the hoards of dead bodies and dueling enemies, and disappears around the corner Alex still firmly in his arms. I watched as the boy who lost his toad, save another's life.

Immediately, I snapped out of my trance, and turned on my heel to run in the opposite direction. As I ran, I hastily pulled my wand from my pocket, and once again felt the familiar curves of wood settle into my hand. The Grand Staircase came into view, even more of it diminishing, just as the rest of the castle was, as if its beauty had been poisoned and it was now slowly dying. When I was stood in front of the case, I roughly worked out a route to avoid the crumbling bits of rock, that I would have surely slipped through. Taking two steps at a time, I eventually reached the third corridor, water was trickling from a boor at the seams, if someone were to open the door, water would rush out, drowning everything in sight. I quickly rushed on, and soon reached the secret entrance to the tower.

I paused for a second, checking that nobody was following me as I climbed the steep, mountainous stairs. I took hold of my wand in my mouth, so it would not fall the long way down to the ground, and continued to clamber up the narrow staircase. I knew I was near the top when I saw a glimmer of light through a space in the wall, a ray of hope. I was soon standing directly in front of the door,and I reached for the Actuvatus, which activated the lock, and the door swung open.

I removed my wand from my mouth and held it in my right hand and extended my arm, while I examined the scene before me. A golden haired boy lay sprawled out on the floor, his hair covering and obscuring his face. His body was twitching, the aftershocks of having 'Crucio' used on him so many times. A man with long flowing hair, the same golden colour as the boy on the floor, and skin as pale and white as a sheet. His dark eyes were menacing and cruel, his unforgiving his grimace was frightening and spine - chilling. He was tall, his stature and posture were dignified and controlled as he spoke.
"Mudblood. How kind of you to grace us with your presence." I pursed my lips, but did not lower my wand.
"Let him go, it's me you really want." I pleaded, trying to keep eye contact with the terrorizing man, but my gaze kept wandering to the boy on the floor. The boy I had been searching for. The boy with misty grey - blue eyes, with high sculpted cheekbones.
"Why would I want you, you filthy Mudblood. It is this disgrace who must be punished." The tall man with long hair kicked the boy on the floor in the stomach, so he keeled over in torture. "What you did to him, I do not know, but he will pay for bringing this upon our family. A Mudblood." He spat out the last word in disgust, glaring at me in revulsion.
"Please, please stop." I choked out the words, "It was all my fault." My whole body was aching to comfort, to just hold the boy on the floor, but I knew I had to stand strong, to confront this monstrosity of a man. His eyes narrowed when I mentioned it being my fault, obviously confused by this.
"Go on." He folded his arms, yet still gripped his wand firmly in his bony fingers.
"I..." I faltered, tripping over my own words,"I, didn't mean for it to go this far," I desperately reached for ideas, searching every crevice, every corner of my mind. The man raised one eyebrow, and began to tap his arm with his left index finger. I looked back down to the beautiful boy who lay on the floor, and I knew what I had to do.

"I used a love potion on him." I blurted out, not even contemplating what the outcome of my outburst would be. I raised my head so I was again staring into the nebulous eyes of the golden haired man.
"You rotten Mudblood. Do you realize what shame you have bought upon our family?" The man stepped towards me, uncrossing is arms, and pressing his wand under my chin in one swift motion. He crowded me back into a large pillar, so he could pin me against the solid surface behind me. I gasped for breath under his choking hold, squeezing my eyes shut, but managed to only just get out a few words.
"Yes...I do." I paused, struggling to breathe. "Please, just...just let him go." I dropped my wand, and heard it clatter on the cold, stone floor. I reopened my eyes squinting through the blonde hair that was falling into my face. He relieved me of my pain and drew his wand from where it had pointed into my neck, but not before fixing in on my eyes, his boring into mine. I breathed deeply, when he and looked back over to where the boy had been just moments ago, only to see that he was gone. Suddenly distraught with worry, I looked up to where the man stood by the black, entwined railing. Beside him was the boy. His face was cool, emotionless, but his eyes were like the gateway to his soul, they gave away everything that he was feeling. Anger, worry, despair, all flashing through his grey - blue eyes that sparkled in the dim light.

I stepped forward, to approach the men who spoke in hushed voices, but stumbled across the polished floor hitting the ground with a large clap. My hands slapped the ground first, saving my head from colliding with the surface, followed by my knees, and the rest of my body. I lifted my head slightly, so I could see their man was glowering in my direction, whereas the boy, the boy was gazing at me, with emotions closer to affection and apprehension. Our eyes met for brief moment, but in that moment, everything I had ever felt towards him flickered across my heart. Anger, hatred, infuriation, resentment, worry, concern, friendship, sympathy, compassion, sorrow, yearning, passion, love. Love. Love.

He broke the intense stare, when the man, his father I know now, grabbed his shoulder. He twitched at the sensation of the sensation of the skeletal mans hand rested on his shoulder.
"My son, here, seems oblivious to whatever potion you used on him, unsurprisingly, but I believe your story over his ratty love story." I nodded, and started to pick myself off the floor, but when his wand once again pointed at me, I didn't dare move. I glanced over to where the boy stood, his eyes questioning, and his stance boyish, his arms hanging limply by his sides. "Don't even think about it." His voice was gruff and angry, and I could sense what was coming next. He looked down, scouring the ground for my wand. When he spotted it, he approached it slowly, his wand never wavering from pointing at me. He kicked my wand hard, so rolled off the side of the clock tower, taking with it my hopes of survival. I took a deep breath, as I listened to his words. " You know you will have to pay for what you have done. You will be punished." He emphasized the word 'will', and held his wand a little higher, raising his head so he was looking at me down his nose.

"CRUCIO!"

The pain hit me square in the chest, the sheer velocity of the spell knocking me backwards, so I was on my back, writhing in agony. I shrieked as a thousand needles seemed to jam into my body. The pain was searing, overwhelming, overpowering any thought I had in my head. I screamed out in suffering, my body going into spasms, convulsing violently, as the spell took its toll on my weakening body. The agony did not seem to reside for hours, but eventually it did end, and I was left panting on the floor, gasping for breath.

I wearily lifted my head, finally breathing normally again, so I could just see the father and son, still standing where they were when I was first struck. The father was holding back the boy, who was struggling underneath his fathers strong grasp. I let me head fall, hitting the floor with an almighty smack. There was no longer anything I could do to avoid the fate that undeniably awaited me, it had loomed over me from the day I fell for him, I had always known the consequences of falling for a Death Eaters son. My heart though, had other things planned.

I felt myself being levitated into the air, my back being pulled into the air first, followed by my shoulders and my arms, my head, and finally my legs, so I was eventually floating in the air, upright, my head slightly lolling forwards. I could, though, still see the expression on the boys face. His eyes filled with a range of emotions, affliction, anger, misery. His hand where tied to his sides, as his father had resorted to using 'Incarcerous', which had meant he was bound in ropes, so his son could not help me in any way.

"You think this is over. You think your side will win this war." He stepped closer, so I was no longer gazing at the boy, but into the dark, cryptic eyes of the man. " Well, I have news for you," He smirked, "You've already lost." I whimpered, and attempted to reject the spell that was held on me. I weakly lifted my head, and stared across the grounds of the castle. Even in destruction, it was still magnificent. Small fires burned around everywhere, and the sounds of explosions rung in my ears. The lake was black, and was retaliating to the war, splashing, and erupting like a volcano continually. The sky was darkening, and the stars were beginning to appear. There was one, in particular, that shone, and stood out to me, like no others. It twinkled like a diamond in the sky, sparkling and glowing, incandescent with light. The star was like a symbol of all things good, and right in the time of obscurity.

"Father, may I speak with her, for a moment?" I heard his voice like a bell above the crashes and screams that were ringing in my ears. Using every once of strength I had, I turned my head so I could see the two men. The boys face was troubled, there was obviously something on his mind.
"I..." The man's face was curious, but there was a hint of maliciousness in his eyes. "Yes. Go on. Speak to her." The boy nodded, but appeared surprised when his father made no move to remove the ropes that bound him, or leave the two so he could speak to me alone. Quickly, though, he accepted his fathers spitefulness, and swiveled so his body so his stormy grey - blue eyes were boring into mine.

"I beg you, please, never forget me in your heart. I will always remember the way your nose crinkles when I compliment you, when I tell you just how unbelievably beautiful you are. The way you get so absorbed into a book, and always end up falling asleep on my shoulder while we lay by the Great Lake, and I would have to carry you back up to your House, only to be greeted by Ron, who would yell at me tirelessly for bringing you back so late." He chuckled at the thought, but his face soon saddened, as he said the words that came next. "I could never bring myself to move you, you look so peaceful when you sleep." He glanced down to the ground breaking the gaze, but when he looked back up, his eyes were brimmed with tears, and when he spoke, I could hear his voice breaking. "You never looked peaceful when you were awake. The feeling of your lips against mine, you kissed me in a way that I never even imagined, and taught me to feel things that I thought I would never even lay my eyes upon. The smell of your vanilla perfume, your hair that can never be tamed, like a lions mane, the curly mess that is feather soft against my skin. You fill the gaps between my fingers, you are my better half. I love you. So much, more than anything, yet I know that I could never give you everything that you would so desire, and need from a man, and from life itself. I wish I could, and I would spend my whole life trying to make you feel the same way. For you have made my life worth living, given me a purpose. I will always love you. I will never forget the times we shared. You'll be in my heart for eternity."

Tears were now streaming down my, and his face alike, and I so desperately wanted to reach out to him, to hold him in my arms forever, but my body was paralyzed, and my arms would not lift from my sides. I sobbed, my heart was throbbing, my bottom lip trembling, using up the precious energy I had left.

Suddenly, I felt myself drop, and I hit the floor, crumpling in a mess, finally regaining consciousness of my arms and legs. I lifted my heavy eyes, and saw my love, free from the ropes that had imprisoned him just a few moments ago. Our eyes met, and he raced across the tower towards me, his feet stomping on the ground before he reached me, and scooped me up in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him, holding on to every last moment.

"I love you." I whispered into his ear, my voice rasped and I clutched him tighter. "I need you." I fiddled with the short, delicate hair at the nape of his neck, and pressing myself closer to him. I felt him sigh in relief, his strong arms encircled round my waist. I leaned backwards slightly, so our noses where pressed together, and foreheads were pressed against each other. I stumbled across the last words. "I'll never forget." I removed my hands from around his neck, and took the boy's hands from behind me, and slipped down out of his firm grasp. I kissed him on the cheek, standing on my tip toes, and stared into those ice cool eyes once more before dropping again. I placed my right hand on his chest to steady myself, closed my eyes, and counted to five, before slowly pushing him away and uneasily stepping backwards.

I swayed a little, before coming to standing still, with my hands stiff at my sides. I attempted to keep my composure as I unstably made my way towards the man who had been watching us. His arms were folded, and his face was hard, but much like his son, his eyes told a different story. He was standing right by the edge of the clock tower, leaning against the black, metal railing. I told myself, 'Only a few more steps.' and with this keeping me going, I managed to drag my deteriorating body across to the edge. I gripped the railing to keep my balance, and turned to face him, but couldn't make sense of why his wand was only loosely gripped in his right hand, not his left. He stepped out in front of me, and murmured so quietly I could barely hear him.

"He really does love you, Mudblood."

I felt a sharp jab, and then everything black.

I was falling.

I woke with a start, jolting upwards so I was sat upright in my four poster, double bed. A layer of sweat covered my body, and my hair was plastered to my forehead rivers running down the side of my face. My legs were completely tangled up in the once clean, white sheets, that were now sweaty and dirty. I put my hands back to steady myself, and panted as if I had been running. My whole body was quivering uncontrollably, and I blinked a few times, to try and get the thoughts and dreams out of my head.

I felt to hands slowly guide back down so my head was laid on the pillow once again. I allowed by body to stop quaking and relaxed into the comfort of my bed. I stared out of the window that was propped open, the curtains floating backwards, lifted by the soft summer breeze that blew into the room. The stars were glowing, and the moon was crescent, a silver sliver of what could have been in a world of destruction.

"Are you okay, love?" I heard the voice coming from behind me and turned, closing my eyes, onto my side so my foot dangled off the edge of the bed. I smiled at the sound of his voice and snuggled in to the body behind me by shifting backwards until his arms were engulfing me entirely.

"Yes," I mumured, before surrendering to the land of sleep.

"Just another dream."

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