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Chapter 3
There was nothing. Blackness surrounded her, she felt like nothing. She couldn't see or feel anything. All she was is a particle floating around in dark blackness. Then suddenly a voice boomed through the blackness.
"Melanie, my heir. I have read your thoughts, seen you dreams, saw your filthy muggle mother. You disappoint me greatly as an heir, almost a mudblood, disappointing. It is not what I expected from a successor to my bidding."
"Who's there?" Melanie shouted back, gaining control of her lips. "What do you want from me?"
"I want many things. You will do it for me."
"Who are you?" She shouted again.
"This place is neither a dream, nor a reality, but it is as true as I am dead," the voice said, avoiding the question.
"Are you Voldemort?" Melanie timidly asked of the voice.
"No you silly girl, that heir was a failure, even though you have more mud in your blood than magic, you still are my heir, you must be a success. It was under my bidding that you became Godric's student. We cannot have it getting out that you are in fact my heir."
"S-s-salazar Slytherin?" Melanie quietly asked.
"Of course you silly girl!"
"What do you want?"
"I know you have read the book, Hogwarts, A History. In it there is a mention of the Chamber of Secrets that the heir alone can open. It is located in the third floor bathroom where a ghost by the name Moaning Myrtle exists. The entrance is the sinks, speak Parseltongue, it will open. You must let the Basilisk rise again."
"No! I won't! That's incredibly stupid! I can't believe you are telling me to do so! I can't! I can't!"
"Why, if I may ask, silly girl?" Salazar's voice sniped angrily through the emptiness where Melanie stood.
"It's dangerous. I will get expelled. It will be revealed that Voldemort is my..," Melanie could not finish the sentence, for she had no father, only a mother.
"Father, yes, yes I know."
"No! He's not! He's not! He will never be!"
"Then how come you can talk to snakes, how come you look like he did!"
"I may have his genes, but he is not my father! I have no father!"
"Be that as it may, I am your ancestor, you are my heir."
Melanie only huffed in response.
"You will do as I say, Melanie. You will have no choice in a matter of years."
"You are dead! What can you do?"
"Anything and more, as it is made apparent here. I am both dead and alive, through you."
"What do you mean?"
"I can control you. I can make you do as I please in a matter of years," He boomed, and Melanie quivered.
"Then what do you want now," she whispered in the blackness.
"To show you something!" Her heir boomed.
He then laughed cruelly which echoed among the nothingness. Melanie grew scared as blackness surrounded her. She felt trapped, and like she was suffocating.
"Help! Help!" She shrieked. The only thing she could hear was the cold laughter, then a piercing scream.
The air was cold and it surrounded her in a mist. She could see her breath in the air. Through the mist she could see Hogwarts, standing proud in its glory. She quickly realized that she was standing in front of the Forbidden Forest that she was warned never to enter after the sorting. Screams were heard in the distance. She followed them; it got louder every step she took.
In the distance she could see a teenage boy with his wand held out in front of him. It was pointed at a young girl who was screaming bloody murder. Other people surrounded the two, doing nothing to stop the evil boy.
"Filthy mudblood! This is what you deserve!" The boy holding out the wand said. The others cheered and yelled nasty jeers.
"Leave her alone!" Melanie shouted. They could not hear her. She stepped in front of the boy, but again nothing. She realized that he looked like her, that they could be siblings. They had the same dark hair, dark eyes, and sculpted features. She was the feminine version of him.
The girl kept screaming for help. Melanie tried, but her hands would go through these people as though she were a ghost. She was helpless in this torture.
The girl finally stopped screaming, and Melanie realized she was knocked out cold.
"Obliviate," The boy said, still pointing his wand at her. "Mulciber! Avery! Take her back to the castle. That was fun! That is what mudbloods deserve!"
He received cheers and two boys approached the girl lying unconscious on the ground.
"My Lord Voldemort," they said to the boy.
Melanie froze, this was Voldemort, and this boy was her father, years younger, torturing a poor girl. She was viewing a scene from the past. The scene froze and she was left staring at the younger version of Voldemort and the poor girl.
"Yes, your father, torturing filthy mudbloods, so they can see their place!" The voice of her ancestor shouted.
The scene replayed, but instead she was the one pointing her wand at the girl who was screaming again.
"Never!" Melanie screamed while the girl kept screaming.
The scene swiveled and Melanie was thrown back into white emptiness. She screamed and everything disappeared as a soft voice coaxed the name Melanie.
"Melanie, Melanie, Melanie, wake up." Victoire coaxed as she tapped Melanie's arm. Melanie's forehead was sweating and she would not stop murmuring and rolling under the covers.
Melanie sat up and looked at Victoire with a scared expression.
"It's okay now; you were having a nightmare weren't you," Victoire said sweetly.
"You could call it that," Melanie said.
"You want to talk about it?" Victoire asked.
"No, I'd rather not," Melanie responded.
"Dude, you were screaming your arse off, are you okay?" Another girl, whose name was Sienna, said from across the room.
"I'll be fine," Melanie reassured them. "I'll be fine."
Melanie, Victoire, Teddy, Robbie Sienna White, and another boy named Damian McCarthy were seated in the Great Hall enjoying their breakfasts.
Melanie's thoughts kept lingering on her nightmare. She came to the decision that it was just a dream; she did not have to do anything.
Victoire recommended that she go to the Hospital Wing and get some Dreamless Sleep potion. Melanie agreed, and for the rest of the year, no more nightmares like that bothered her. She was just a normal first year.
Thanks for reading! Yes, there was more dialogue than actual description in this because, the dialogue, at least to me, portrays the emotions in her dream.
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Miss. Caroline Potter