A/N: Okay guys, I am really sorry to say this but I won't be able to update for a while. I am going on holiday for a week and will not have the time to write. When I get back I will try and give you an awesome chapter to make up for it.

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Bella's POV

After a fun evening, I was completely drained. I retrieved to my comfortable bed and fell asleep before my head had yet to hit the pillow. I curled up hoping for a good night's sleep. Though why I hoped, I really didn't know. My hopes were rarely ever granted, why should they start to come true now?

Green and black walls surrounding my view, forming into a long dark corridor. A slithery voice whispering in my ear, calling my name. Someone searching, reaching for me. The walls lead towards a door; tall and grand. Inside, a spacious room, filled with glowing crystal balls. One in particular caught my attention.

Before my sight can focus the image changes; a bright orange, setting sun. Then, like on playback, the pictures all run together, as if trying to tell me something. Next, all I can see is Voldemort; taunting me, like this was all a game. He started to come closer…

I bolted upright in my bed, finding myself drenching in sweat. I cautiously scanned my dorm, finding nothing out of place. Both Ginny and Hermione were still sleeping, their breathing slow and even. That dream…it just didn't make any sense.

Where the heck was I? What were those crystal balls? Why did I see the sunset? What was it all supposed to me? I had none of the answers, which tortured me to no end. The one thing that terrified me the most though, was that Voldemort was watching. Subjecting me to his harsh stare and snarling lips. I shuddered at the mere thought. That faint paranoia I had felt suddenly increase massively.

Sat in my bed, I felt alone. I could see perfectly that this was not the case, as my roommates still slept peacefully in their beds. So why did I feel surrounded by the dark; feeling utterly cold and confused. It was like I was being watched, which I didn't take too kindly.

I couldn't sit here any longer. I needed company, preferably someone who was awake. I slipped out of bed quietly, as not to disturb my friends. Tiptoeing across the wooden floor, I grabbed my blanket, from my trunk and descended down the little stairwell. The cold marble steps felt unsettling against my feet, causing me to pick up my pace and practically run down the stairs.

Planting my feet firmly on the lush red carpet, I scurried towards the boy's dormitories' entrance. I skidded to a halt before I came across the steps. No, I shouldn't wake them. That would be unfair of me.

I stood there, pondering my options. My personal debate was interrupted though, by the near-mute sound of shuffling. I could hear someone twitching around in their cots, sounding rather uncomfortable. Though, I could distinguish two different people moving. What on earth is going on? Probably some idiots pulling pranks on the others.

Wait… if I had that dream, then wouldn't Harry have the same? After all, it wouldn't be the first time. We often had the same dreams, or should I say nightmares? Considering it was normally in the environment of death, I wouldn't exactly call it a happy fantasy, cast away in the subconscious. Hm, maybe Harry knows what the nightmare was about.

So, if this is Harry moving around, then why is there another boy up and about? Actually, it was mostly likely Ron. If Harry was shifting in his bed a lot, Ron would notice; he wasn't particularly tired when he went to be bed. Maybe I should get them to come down and keep me company? No, that would be selfish, they probably want to sleep.

I was just being a baby, it was only a dream. Yeah, a dream where I was being hunted. But it wasn't real so there is no need to threat, right? Sure. Wait a minute, why was I talking to myself? Great, now I was going loony. People will start calling me Luna by the end of the week. No, that wasn't fair of me. Luna is one of my closest friends. She wasn't crazy, just different. She believes there are such things as Nargles. Stop talking!

Okay, I think I should sit down. I stretched out on the soft golden recliner, leaning back gently on the furniture. Well, that nightmare really gave me things to think about. Though, I'm not really sure why it made me feel alone. I was surrounded by my loving friends; there was no reason to feel that way. Plus, why would it be connected to a white mystic ball?

Suddenly, a memory flashed in front of my eyes, one of Voldemort, killing my mother and Lily Potter. If he can do that without a second thought, then who knows what he would do. His main goal is to kill Harry and me. Who could stand in his way? Better yet, who would? I mean, he made it quite clear, that is an object or person is in his path, he will destroy it to get what he wants.

Would my friends want to intercept his course? Sure, they love me but if their life was on the line, could they do it? Could they stand up to the evilest wizard all of time? Or would they cower away, hiding in the dark, afraid? The coldness crept back into my veins. I guess I really was alone. Though I fancy Harry, he didn't feel the same and even if he did, why would he protect me?

He too was being pursed, if he wanted an easy way out, he could always sacrifice himself. Or he could be a dare-devil and run. The question is; would he take me with him? The bright warm room I was currently in, now felt like a cage, cutting off my communication. The only thing left being me…alone and scared.

I began to sob, the tears staining the cushions and dampening the material. My cries were loud, though if you were asleep, I was sure you wouldn't hear them. I cried for everything wrong in my life; my father having to hide from the world, my mother's death, the scarred families of those who had loved ones deceased, my friends being put in danger, even my nearing death. I cried for it all.

Then, the slight padding of footsteps was carried down the boys' stairwell. I curled into a ball, shrinking back into the chair. I continued to sob, almost delirious to my visitors. They emerged from the dark shadows, clothed in comfortable pyjamas. Their hair was messy and they were barefoot. I couldn't see their faces, it was too dark and I was still wrapped into a ball.

I could hear them approaching me, quite hesitantly by the sound of it. One of them put a rough hand on my shoulder, pulling me out of my circular form into a slighting curled figure. I heard two gasps as they saw my face. Then there were two sets of strong arms around me, patting my back and smoothing down my hair.

I looked up to see, none other than Ron and Harry. They both wore worried expressions, yet Harry was covered in sweat like me. I gave them a small smile in thankfulness and sat up straight. I reached out and grabbed each of their hands, yanking them forward, so they were both resting on the arms of my recliner.

"Thanks, guys," I muttered. They nodded their heads in recognition and we all fell silent. They were still rubbing my back and arms, trying to create friction for both comfort and warmth.

"So, what's wrong?" Ron asked in such a gentle voice I almost didn't hear him. I cleared my throat uncomfortably.

"Well, I had a nightmare," my voice quivered as ushered tears flooded my eyes once more. Harry patted my hand in support, urging me onwards. Although I could tell that Harry knew what it was about, seeing as he probably had the same dream. "It had Voldemort in it. It scared me…I felt so alone," I shook my head to rid myself of the feeling. "Seeing him reminded me of that night."

They could tell what I meant, I never did like to mention that day. It was too horrific; it was a day of death and not just one but three. I continued, "Then I started to think of all the problems in my life and just ended up crying. The girls weren't awake, so I had come downstairs to find you two, but well..." I paused.

"Well what?" questioned Ron. I laughed quietly.

"I didn't wanna wake you," I smiled lightly. They exchanged a look.

"Bells, how many times have I helped you when you had nightmares?" my adoptive brother asked me rhetorically. I shook my head.

"That was home. This is school and you need sleep."

"True," Harry replied easily. "But you do too. So, how about we keep you company until we all feel tired enough to sleep?"

I looked at them. They were such caring guys, I was amazed they didn't have girlfriends, but hey. I smiled at them.

"If that's okay with you," I said. They smiled as well and nodded.

"I'm not even tired, but I am hungry," commented Ron, while he rubbed his stomach. Harry and I laughed at him. I shook my head.

"Do you ever stop thinking about food?" I asked, amused. He grinned at me and ruffled my hair.

"Nope," he replied.

A/N: I apologise for the size of this chapter; I was on a deadline. This chappy has been edited and parts changed to fit canon better. Also, REMEMBER! I won't be updating for a week. I'm sorry once again! Anyways, tell me what you think in the reviews. Just press that lovely button down there…