Chapter 2: 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.

A/N: Thanks to Vain Gloriousness for the suggestion of who to kill off next.

Pansy lay on the bed, fought sleep, and prayed for the night to end for the rest of the night. With the first glimpse of the of the morning sun, she got up and put on her clothes, donned her robes, cast a glamour to hide her under eye circles, and headed to look for Granger.

She knew like everyone else that the bookworm was usually up early and in the library before the first classes. Though she found it distasteful to be asking a muggle born for help, she knew that she had to swallow her pride if she wanted to solve the problem. Even if she found it distasteful, Hermione Granger was definitely the one to ask. She walked to the Great Hall and into the massive room and looked around at the tables.

Granger was not sitting at the Gryffindor table. She must have come already her, blast. She thought as she sat at the Slytherin table. She decided to grab a quick bite to eat before heading off to the library. After one of the quickest breakfast on record, she left the Great Hall and made her way to the library.

It had been rumored that Granger was subject to several disturbing incidents these last few months and had been put on dreamless sleep potion. She was recovering but the adults monitored her for any strange behavior.

Dreamless sleep was a temporary solution to any sleep problem because the potion was highly addictive. Not to mention, that it prevented true restorative sleep that the body needed. It was a temporary fix. Soon, they would make her face her nightmare. Whatever it was.

She walked passed Madam Pince's desk into the area that contained the study tables. In this section of study tables nestled in the red carpet of the room sat Hermione Granger at a table located at the back reading an enormous book.

Pansy walked over to her table and said, "I need to talk to you."

"And what is this great reason you have graced me with your glorious presence," Hermione asked sarcastically without looking up from her book. Hermione was interested that the princess of ice was actually talking to a muggle born such as herself.

Pansy was about to walk away at the snarky reply, but decided that self-preservation was worth enduring a little snarkiness from a muggle born.

"I need your help. I have been having these dreams… about a man" Hermione sat in trepidation as she nodded for her to continued. "….burned….horribly and with sharp knives on gloved fingers."

Once Pansy started her story was surprised how easily the information flowed out to Hermione about the dreams and the most recent one with the house and the little girl. Hermione was dumbfounded Pansy and she were having the exact same type of dreams.

"That is impossible."

"What?

"You and I are having the same dream. Do you have any other information?

"Only a name Freddy Kruger." With that, Hermione's eyes rested on her wide with fear.

"I come across that name before in my dream. We need to find out who he is and what he wants."

"Yeah, every night, I am afraid to fall asleep. I don't get any rest. I know that he is waiting."

"I think that the best place to start would be in the reference section," Hermione said.

"I think that sounds like a good idea. I will look through our text to see if there are any mentions of dream beast," Pansy replied as she grabbed the copy Confronting the Faceless that was on the table as Hermione got up and walked towards the section.

Hermione was looking across the section on dreams and found no mention of any type of creature conjured by dreams that fit the description they gave.

Pansy was quickly skimming through the contents of the Confronting the Faceless looking for any references to dream creatures. Unfortunately, she found none.

Hermione came back from the reference section. "I have found several promising leads that will hopefully be fruitful. What have you located in the textbook?"

"Nothing," Pansy sighed.

"Don't worry were just getting started. Let's make a plan about what work we are going to do and then meet up here tomorrow morning as to not arouse any suspicion. She looked at the clock above the library desk and noted that they did not have much time. They hastily arranged to meet the next morning and compare notes. Hermione would research the leads she found in the reference section and Pansy would look for any information in all of their previous and current textbooks.

"Wait...before you go," Hermione stopped her, as she put her right hand in to her pocked, pulled out a little blue bottle, and held it to her. "Dreamless sleep so that you will wake with some conscious thought."

"Isn't that stuff addictive," Pansy stated as she took the extended potion from Hermione.

"Yeah, but at least your body gets some sleep," said wearily Hermione knew that it would not be long before Madam Pomfrey took her off the dreamless sleep potion. They did not have much time. They had to figure out who he was and what he wanted.

"Thanks," Pansy replied gathering up her things and headed out of the library.

After gathering up her books, Hermione headed out of the library and to her classes for the day.

Pansy had a full day and headed back to her dorm room to relax. Unfortunately, Daphne Greengrass was already there. Daphne was excited Wizard Wireless was having a contest to win tickets for the Weird Sisters new concert. She wanted to win the tickets to go to the concert desperately.

She was driving the other girls in her room mad with listening to the same songs list repeatedly that the station played. Pansy stepped in, heard the radio, and stepped back out to continue her reading in the Slytherin common room.

Daphne noted the quick exit that Pansy had made. She felt a little bad about hogging the radio but she would make it up to her after the contest. She listened to the radio attempting to fight the sleep that threatened to derail her attempts at winning.

She was listening to the commentary between the radio host and the musician Fairchild on the show. The host asked, "Can I ask you something?" Before Fairchild could answer a loud, raspy voice exclaimed," Who cares what you think!" A slam could be heard before the radio turned to static. As Daphne rose to adjust the station on the radio set, she heard through the radio, "One, two, Freddy's coming for you..." Suddenly, two arms composed of wires and radio parts ripped through the sides of the radio on the nightstand, grabbed her by the shoulders, and picked her up. Daphne started screaming as she watched the top of the radio grow and stretch into the face of a burned man. He taunted the struggling screaming teen. "This is it, Daphne, your chance to win big in radio. Welcome to Prime Time!" He then brutally and forcefully rammed her head face-first into the radio, causing an explosion of glass and sparks.

The students in the Slytherin common room heard the commotion coming from the girl's side of the dormitory. Pansy along with two other girls moved up the stairs to investigate what happened. They were not prepared for the site of the mangled body of Daphne lying on the floor with part of radio broken and smashed around her lifeless body.