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Chapter Three

All was dark.

It seemed like ages before Harry felt anything. He was falling, and falling fast. He only saw darkness above him and a dim light below him. As he continued to fall, his speed seemed to increase greater with each moment. He just kept falling. Then with a loud thud he landed on his back. He moaned in pain, and slowly got up. He felt weak. He blinked his eyes, and couldn't believe where he was. He was back at the Burrow. 'This doesn't make sense, I should be dead,' Harry thought. Unconsciously, he started to walk back up to the house. The scene was replaying itself over again. It was almost as though the nightmare was in a constant loop. Each time that the dream reset he was getting weaker and weaker. The worse part was that he had no control over it. He tried fighting his movements, but no matter what he tried, he was forced to move.

Harry started to fear what would happen if he continued on in this eternal nightmare. He tried hard to think of Hermione, 'How could she have been dreaming this for so long?' Slowly the dream started to change, almost like a glitch was trying to be fixed. Little things changed each time. The first thing that Harry noticed was the color of the walls of the house. Next, the path got clearer, but it was longer. After many changes Harry finally saw that he was no longer Hermione, but himself again. This worried him, because this would have to change the rest of the dream, drastically.

He walked in and saw the blood that was all over the house; it seemed thicker, and there was more of it. He walked in further and saw Hermione on the floor, she wasn't dead, but was drenched in her own blood. Harry almost couldn't bear the nightmare this time; it took all that he had to keep going. Ron appeared again. This time he spoke differently; all that Ron said was in broken pieces. "You were supposed to have known everything…... He should have told you what you were supposed to do…… It was stupid for you to even try……You knew the Dark Lord would win anyway... Why did you put us in danger like that……You were supposed to have a plan……" Ron paused and moved over to Hermione. She slowly rose and stood by Ron. They both pointed their wands at Harry and screamed, "We thought you knew what you were doing!" With that, the green light overtook him again.

All returned to darkness and he was falling. He heard a soft voice in the distance calling his name. At first, he could have sworn it was Ginny calling his name, but he was mistaken. As he fell closer to the light, the voice became clearer. It was Hermione saying his name. No she wasn't saying, she was screaming his name.

He landed with a thud, and sat up gasping for air.

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