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Disclaimer: the plot of this story, and Rosie McLaren belong to me, the rest isall J. K. Rowlings

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Nightmares again

Rosie walked through the tunnel she had discovered, next to Hermione's wardrobe, behind a portrait of two old ladies drinking tea, it lead straight into her dorm. She stood up and walked towards her grand mahogany bed, which was clad in scarlet and gold blankets with her name inscribed on the headboard. She changed into her pyjama bottoms and a vest top then tied her hair up in a ponytail. She walked over to the bathroom and washed her face, then brushed her teeth and made her way back to her bed. She looked around the room at the rest of the occupied beds; she would get to know these new faces in the morning. Rosie hopped into bed and snuggled under the covers, then jumped straight back out again with a look of horror across her face,

"Nia." She whispered hoarsely. She searched through her trunk and pulled out a picture. She smiled again and relief swept over her face. She took the picture back to her bed and smiled at the two girls in the picture, one was her, the other was a girl who had darker hair than Rosie, and her eyes were brown, rather than Rosie's sparkling blue ones, apart from that their features were identical, Rosie placed the picture under her pillow,

"Night Nia." She lay down with a content expression set upon her face, and slowly drifted into a tormented sleep.

"Do it to her- stupid filthy mudbloods- go on do it!" Rosie watched as a flash of green light hit her cowering sister, who fell to the floor within seconds. Rosie whimpered as a tall dark stranger turned on her, she sat there, paralysed with fear as he walked towards her, leaving one of his companions to spit on the body of the girl he had just seconds ago killed. The two men behind the tall dark one sneered,

"Isn't she a pretty one, too pretty not to take advantage, don't you think men?" The three men laughed as the stranger picked her up and pushed her against the wall of the ally way. She tried to scream but he covered her mouth with his hand. She bit him; he slapped her. He undid his trousers and pulled out his erection. Rosie's eyes widened when she realised what he was going to do to her. He reached up her skirt and tore her knickers, which fell to the wet muddy ground. He was smirking; she stared into his eyes, emotionless and black. Black as the darkest night, when no stars dared to appear, and the moon had gone into hiding. She felt him push inside her, she winced, and it hurt like hell. She could feel him inside her, thrusting harder and harder, her eyes glazed over as she stared at the corpse of her sister. He finished and pulled away, leaving her to collapse into a puddle. The three men walked away, leaving the two girls alone in the cold dark night, lying in a filthy ally way. Rosie dragged herself to where her sister lay and hugged the cold, limp body. She cried and called out no one heard her, she screamed, no one came,

"Nia! Nia! Come back Nia, its all my fault I'm sorry, come back!" She was screaming at the corpse,

"NIA WAKE UP!"

"Rosie, Rosie, I'm here, it's all right, it's all going to be ok!"

"Nia I'm so sorry!" said Rosie through the floods of tears.

"Rosie, I'm not Nia." Rosie sat up straight and stared into the eyes of Hermione Granger, "Rosie, who's Nia?"

"Harmony, how did you get here?" Rosie attempted to wipe away the tears, but they just kept flooding back down her already tearstained cheeks.

"I came through the tunnel."

"But why? It's nearly 3 o'clock in the morning." Hermione sighed; this was going to be an awkward one to answer,

"Rosie, you woke up the whole of Gryffindor, they're all in the common room at the moment, you go into my room and I'll go and talk to them." Rosie didn't need to be asked twice. She hopped out of bed and turned towards the portrait guarding the tunnel, and turned back to Hermione,

"Thanks Nia, owe you one." And with that she turned and ran through the tunnel before Hermione could say anything. Hermione walked out of the dorm to go and talk to the agitated Gryffindors.

"Rosie?" Hermione walked through the portrait to see Rosie curled up on the window seat, rocking back and forth gazing out at the stars.

"Nia and I loved the stars. They were so comforting; they were there to protect us when everyone and everything else had gone. We loved the night because of the stars, those flaming balls of love and devotion, keeping us safe. A night without stars just isn't a night, like a life without comfort; neither is bright." Rosie looked over at Hermione, and her voice suddenly went cold, "His eyes had no stars." She said bitterly. Hermione knew it wasn't her place to ask but whoever he was, he was giving her nightmares.

"Rosie, who was he?" Rosie thought for a minute, and then put her hand over her tummy and said,

"He was the one who did this to me." Hermione couldn't see anything wrong with Rosie's tummy, so inquired further.

"What exactly did he do?"

"Rape." She said bluntly, then Hermione realised why Rosie was holding her tummy, a baby! Hermione stood there shocked for a moment, thinking about the time when she was raped,

"You know, I was raped too, because of my blood." Rosie nodded in agreement,

"It's all about blood." She whispered. Hermione went over and joined Rosie on the window seat. They both sat there staring at the stars, silent tears pouring down their faces. Finally Hermione broke the silence,

"You're right about the stars, they're very comforting." She turned to Rosie, who looked up at her.

"You're so like Nia, so like her. If only she was here now." Rosie's eyes welled up, Hermione stood up abruptly and walked over to her friend, she enveloped her in a huge bear hug, and let her cry her heart out. After a while Rosie sniffed a couple of times and looked Hermione in the eyes, "Thank you." She said and smiled weakly.

"You should get to bed you know, it might be difficult to start with, I know how you feel, but remember as long as you're here, with Dumbledore and I protecting you, he can't get to you, I promise. Anyway you need some comfort in your life, or it just won't be bright, will it, eh?" Hermione finished, and smiled at Rosie, who stood up and headed for the tunnel. She walked through the portrait again, but before she disappeared from view she turned back and grinned at Hermione,

"Thanks Nia!" she called before walking back to her room. Hermione frowned, who's Nia? She thought. Hermione climbed back into bed and pulled the sheets around her. As she lay there, she felt her eyes getting heavy, and her eyelids drooping . . .

A second year Hermione Granger was slammed against a wall near the library. They were down a dark passage so no one would notice what was to happen to poor Hermione. Her head hit the wall with a large force, causing the passage to spin in front of her, and a throbbing pain erupting where the impact had been at it's hardest, she looked into the eyes of her attacker to see a raging battle of power; one side telling him to do it, the other trying to stop him. It was obvious which was winning as his hand slid down and undid his trousers, then snaked up her skirt. He wanted to stop, she could tell, he looked into her eyes with a look of apology in his, one last time, before slamming into her, breaking her barrier and not stopping when she cried out in pain, he just continued slamming, and slamming hard. He was shuddering; the battle in his head was taking its toll on him. His hands were shaking as he tried to hold her upright on the wall. After what seemed forever in Hermione's opinion he ejaculated, filling her with his sperm. His eyes rolled back in his head as he stumbled backwards. His still shaky hands reached down and redid his trousers. He turned to run away but a hand on his arm stopped her. He turned and she saw the despair in his eyes. She realised how he must have felt, how much trouble he would be in, but she understood, it wasn't his fault, she knew he was cursed, so she did something she never thought she would ever have to do.

"Obliviate" she muttered and removed the memory from his mind with her wand. He stood still, then regained his composure and looked her in the eye.

"What the hell are you doing Granger?" she realised she was still holding her wand to his head and lowered it, "What am I doing, down here, with you?" He asked. She had tears threatening to escape from her eyes.

"Just go." She whispered hoarsely. He turned and went. She collapsed against the wall and the tears started trailing down her cheeks, slowly at first, but then they started pouring. She shouted for Ginny, who always saved her from this nightmare, but Ginny was nowhere, she wasn't coming there was no one, she shouted louder and louder, and started screaming, suddenly someone was shaking her.

"Hermione, Hermione are you alright?" Draco Malfoy sat on her bed looking worried at her, she had woken him with her screaming, and he ran to help her. She opened her eyes and stared into his grey ones and screamed again, she sat bolt upright and jumped out of bed. She grabbed her wand on the bedside table next to her and pointed it at him,

"GET OUT!" She screamed at him, he moved towards her, she held her wand up higher, towards his heart, "GET OUT YOU BASTARD OR I'LL HEX YOU TO HELL!" She half yelled half hissed very loudly. He was confused, he was just trying to help, and he frowned at the enraged witch before turning round and heading for the door. Hermione couldn't help staring at his arse as he walked out, admiring the way his muscles went taught with every step, then she cursed herself for thinking such things, he had just raped her in her nightmare for Merlin's sakes! In real life he had no idea what he was he had done, the memory had gone but in her nightmares it would always be so. Great she thought, nightmares again!