Summary: Willa has a bad dream, the same bad dream she always has. The Doctor thinks that it's actually a memory and wants to check her memories to find out.
Characters/pairings: 11th Doctor, Amy, Harry, Hermione, Ron, etc… mentions of Doctor/Rose, obvious Doctor/Amy
Disclaimer: I don't own anything other than books, a TV, an over-active imagination and a dog.
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Song of the day: Liquid Confidence ~ You Me At Six
Whenever Willa had a bad dream, it was the same one. There were these two people, a man and a woman, along with her and a young boy with black hair and green eyes who was probably about a year old. Willa always noticed that the woman looked a lot like herself. There was a loud crash and the man said something and the woman picked up Willa and the boy and ran upstairs with them, locking herself and the two children into a yellow bedroom. There were loads of crashes and bangs downstairs and then nothing. Silence. Then all of a sudden the bedroom door would burst open and the woman would start begging. The man would laugh and there would be a blinding green light and a scream and then Willa would wake up crying and screaming and in a cold sweat.
Tonight was the same. Every time, the Doctor and Amy would rush in and try to comfort her while Hattie stood there holding herself upright by leaning her front paws on the mattress. Normally, either Amy or the Doctor would pick her up and Willa would start clutching at the little dog, tears still flowing thickly down her cheeks. They would take her downstairs for a glass of warm milk (always very comforting) and hug her and talk to her soothingly until she stopped crying. These nights always ended with Willa sleeping with the Doctor and Amy.
Once Willa was asleep and cuddled up to them, sobs still rattling through her small frame, the Doctor whispered to Amy:
"I think it might be a good idea to search her memories for what could be causing these dreams."
"Are you sure about that? I mean, she's only ten-"
"She'll be eleven next week. And it's not like it hurts at all."
"Well do you have any theories on what the memory is of?"
"I have a few ideas. Oof!" (Willa had rolled onto his chest, which, as you would imagine with Willa being quite a bony child and lying so awkwardly, was quite uncomfortable for the Doctor). "We know that her real parents are dead, and that her aunt and uncle abandoned her. Maybe this memory is of how her parents died."
"I suppose, but how could they have been killed that way? I mean, where would the green light have come from?"
"It's very possible that they were murdered. In the wizarding world, there are three unforgivable curses; the imperious curse - which allows the person who cast the spell complete control over the person they have cast the spell on, the cruciatus curse - which is basically a method of torture. It inflicts huge amounts of pain on the person it's used on. And then there's the killing curse. Pretty much does exactly what it says on the tin, kills people. It produces a blinding green light, like Willa described."
"But who would do such a thing?"
"I'm not sure, but a few days before we found Willa, a family by the name of Potter was murdered by a wizard who called himself Voldemort using this curse. Their son survived, but I'm not sure if they had a daughter. Harry Potter is the only person in history to have survived the killing curse."
"But why were they killed?"
"Your guess is as good as mine, but I think it was probably because they were members of a secret organisation fighting Voldemort. A lot of the people in that group were murdered by Voldemort and his followers."
"How awful! What happened to this Voldemort person?"
"Most people think he died. For some reason, he couldn't kill a one year old baby. The spell back-fired or something, but he wasn't seen again after that. Now, try and get some sleep, sleep is good."
"Y'know, for someone who's always preaching about sleep, you don't sleep very much."
"Time Lords only need about 8 hours sleep a week, humans need the same amount each night."
"Right, night then."
"Night." The doctor kissed her before she drifted of to sleep. He put in about two hours sleep himself before being woken up by Willa's bony little elbow sticking into his stomach.
Okay, I know it was shorter than the last chapter by about 1000 words, but I hope everyone enjoyed it. Nessie, xoxox
PS: If anyone here is into classical music, look up Barber's Adagio for Strings, it's one of the most beautiful pieces of music ever!
