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A.N. Just a heads up, in Pansy's point of view there is a very dark nightmare that some people may wish to skip, it has necrophilia, rape and light torture, not very graphic because that would suck to write and read, but it's still there.

Also, I'm going to be starting a new fanfic, this one will, of course, take priority but still, it'll be a Walking Dead, the Telltale game and The Last of Us crossover, so updates may or may not be slower, no idea on that.

Hermione

I stood in the dark, packed kitchens underneath the Great Hall, there was no natural sunlight, it was stuffy and hot, I was uncomfortable after only standing here for two minutes. A large group of House Elves had gathered in front of me, they were down on their knees, and it made me sick to my stomach. I heard a grumbling behind me and smiled, my friends felt the same way.

"Please, rise, you don't need to bow before us," I tried.

"We do, Miss, we are here to serve, Miss," one of the poor Elves spoke up.

"Please, come up here," I requested of the elf the spoke, "What is your name?"

"Sammy, Miss" she practically whispered with her head bowed.

"Please, look at me, Sammy," the young elf raised its head, but avoided my eyes. I knelt down to be closer to her eye-level, "Look at me," I said resting my hand on the Elf's cheek. I watched as the Elf's face lit up, watched as her eyes slowly looked into mine.

But as our eyes connected she quickly looked away, "I cannot, Miss," she tried to walk back to the group, but I held her in place.

"You can, it is polite," I said staring into her eyes.

Hesitantly her eyes came back to look into mine, "But, we're servants, we exist only to serve."

"No, you don't, you are allowed to serve if you want to-"

"We do," a chorus rang out from all of the gathered Elves.

"Be that as it may, we would like to make your lives better."

The Elves started grumbling at that, "Miss," Sammy whispered, "In saying that, you just insulted all of us, this is our way of life, the way we want to live."

I nodded, but I didn't understand, they were slaves, could they not see that? "But what about visiting your families? Being warm and comfortable? Not having to live in fear of being beaten… or even killed by your master. Getting paid? Eating proper food? Not being used and cast aside? That's what we want to help with, we didn't mean to insult you."

The Elves looked at each other talking amongst themselves in hushed whispers, I couldn't hear a thing they were saying. I turned back to my friends, they each held a look of encouragement on their faces, smiling at them I turned back to the Elves.

Sammy walked up to me once again, "We need time to think on this, please come back later," she said with a sweet smile. I wanted to protest, to tell them that I hadn't even explained anything but I couldn't, I was trying to fight for them and if I kept pushing it wouldn't really be their decision.

"Ok, when should we return?"

"I will come find you once we've decided, but for now we must continue with our work."

I nodded, not wanting to get in the way I quickly said goodbye and left with my group.

"That went… well?" Emily said a little unsurely.

"It actually went better than I expected," Fleur retorted, "At least they didn't just shoot us down."

"I agree, although I wish they would have made it easier and just agreed, but they're right, this life is all they've known, it's how they live."

"Don't worry about it," Fleur pulled me into her side, wrapping an arm around me, "I'm sure we'll be able to help them."

I smiled up at her, "Thank you," She smiled back before we continued down the halls, "By the way, did you figure out the egg?"

"Not entirely, it does hold some kind of recording, it's just a matter of getting what's actually in it, rather than the screeching."

"Maybe I can help?" I asked.

"I'd love that, maybe you'll notice something I didn't," Fleur smiled her dazzling smile, and my heartbeat sped up.

"M-Maybe," I blushed deeply, cursing. Sometimes I just couldn't handle her beauty.

"Hey Gin-" I looked away from Fleur, about to talk to my friend but she had gone, in fact everyone seemed to have disappeared except for Fleur. I turned back to the French girl confused, "Where did everyone go?"

Fleur smirked at me, "You mean you didn't see them go? Too focused on me?" I was flustered again, my mouth opened and closed in a useless attempt to form words. A soft laughing from the older girl just intensified my problem, her musical laugh flowed through my mind, numbing me slightly. "Not to worry, mon ange, your friends decided to leave us with one another when you couldn't take your eyes off me."

I smiled at her, "That was nice of them. Now shall we inspect this egg of yours?"

"Definitely."

Fleur led me to the Beauxbatons carriage and walking through the corridors of Hogwarts, I saw lust filled eyes land on her and felt the annoyance all over again. Something inside me wanted to just grab her and kiss her in front of everyone, to claim her. But I knew that they'd still stare, they probably didn't even realise they were doing it if what Fleur told me was anything to go by. We approached the massive blue carriage and waiting by the entrance was a group of Beauxbatons, each of them had a scowl set deep in their features.

"There you are!" One of the girls yelled at Fleur in her thick accent, "Where have you been!?"

"Just hanging out with Hermione," Fleur replied in a calm, confident tone.

"You are representing Beauxbatons, and the entirety of the French wizarding world, you should be studying the egg, not gallivanting with this girl," the girl said with indignation.

"This girl is my mate, so you'd better back off," I could hear the anger and Venom in Fleur's voice, the protectiveness that surged within her. "Also, she has offered to help with the egg."

The girl looked taken aback for a second but her pride quickly surfaced, and the scowl set back on her face, "We don't need the help of such a young witch."

"We don't, I do, and even if I didn't, I wouldn't have turned down her offer."

The girls walked off, grumbling to each other about how they'd be much better off if someone else were their champion. I rolled my eyes at them before turning my full attention on Fleur.

"So… the whole keeping it secret thing?" I asked a little annoyed, I knew she couldn't help it, but I also couldn't help my own feelings.

"I'm sorry, I know you wanted us to be a secret, even just for a little while, it just slipped out," Fleur apologised.

"I know," I sighed, "And honestly I probably would have done the same had I been in your position. So let's not focus on that, I'd prefer to find out about the egg." Fleur nodded with a smile, leading me into the carriage and to her room, now arm in arm since we were out of sight of the prying eyes of other students.

She grabbed the egg from her bed and rested her hand on the cap, "Get ready, it's a pretty bad screech," I nodded and motioned for her to open it. Once the lid was completely off the top of the egg, I immediately covered my ears to try and block out some of the horrible noise.

"CLOSE IT!" I screamed, and she complied immediately, "Thank you, but what the hell was that?"

"That's what I've been trying to figure out, all the book told me was what the device was, maybe there is some way to reduce the screeching?"

"I'm not sure, although it definitely seems familiar, I know I've never heard it before, but I don't know, I just remember something about a creature with that kind of screech. Maybe I should do dome research at the library, could help," I shrugged.

"That sounds like a good idea, I'll come with you."

Ginny

I sat in the common room with Pansy, Harry, Emily, and Ron, Pansy and I sat on a single recliner, I was sitting on her lap, and I loved how her arms felt wrapped around me. Harry was busy talking himself up to Emily, and she was eating up everything the black-haired boy said. Ron was helping Harry, while Pansy and I just sat and enjoyed each other's company.

But something had been gnawing at me, I hadn't received word on how my aunt was doing in St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. She had finally been getting better after the war, I just hoped she hadn't regressed, it wouldn't have been the first time. I felt the girl behind me shifting a little, and I felt a little guilty, she'd shared so much with me, yet I hadn't done the same with her.

We'd spoken but I never really told her anything, my fears, my hopes, my dreams, all of it a mystery to the girl I supposedly loved. I stood up and heard a soft whine from the girl, chuckling I grabbed her hand and dragged her to her feet. I walked us up to our dorm room, and sat down on my bed, she joined me and put one of her arms around me.

"I want to tell you something Pansy, something you can't repeat to anyone at the moment."

"You can tell me anything," she replied, and I knew she was right.

"Well, you know about the hero of the war, right?" I asked, I knew she did, everyone did, I was just a little hesitant.

"Of course I do, Bellatrix Black, she beat through Voldemort's Imperius Curse and massacred half of the Death Eaters, including Voldemort himself, before the remaining ones were able to kill her. Without her, the world may have been taken over by Purists. And if I remember correctly she is actually a relative of yours is she not?"

I nodded, that was the official report, "Yes, she is, I call her my aunt, but what I want you to know is that Bellatrix is actually still alive, in a secure wing at St Mungo's."

Pansy pulled away from me, her mouth gaping at the admission, "R-Really?"

"Yes."

"Why is it a secret? The Death Eaters were all sent to prison, minus the ones that were also under the Imperius Curse."

"Honestly? Paranoia. Also, having a martyr was better for morale, the remaining Death Eaters could have wreaked some serious havoc. If the people thought their hero had gone insane, it would have dampened their spirits more than having them think she'd been killed."

"Uh-huh, how is she doing then?"

"Last I heard she was doing better, but I haven't heard anything for a few weeks, and I'm a little worried. It has seemed that she was doing better a few times, but every time it ended the same, she'd end up regressing, leaving her back at square one." Pansy listened intently as I spoke, utterly fascinated by every part of my confession, she made me feel important even though I was speaking about Bellatrix. Whenever I'd spoken to people about her, I was always ignored, even though I was the one talking, their minds were clearly on my aunt, but Pansy was listening to me.

We spoke long into the afternoon, about my aunt, about my whole family, but not hers, whenever I asked a question she seemed to get cagey. After a few attempts, I stopped bringing up her family, knowing she didn't want to speak about them, only not sure why. A soft knock at the door brought our conversation to an end, I called for whoever it was to come in, and Professor McGonagall walked in.

"Miss Parkinson, Miss Weasley, Professor Dumbledore would like to see the both of you in his office immediately," her voice was stern, and I had no idea what it was going to be about. But nevertheless, we nodded and headed straight to the Headmasters office.

We walked brusquely, avoiding any unnecessary stops and detours, I was worried but also curious as to what the Headmaster wanted. As we walked into his large office, I saw that it was filled with chairs, some were already filled while others were left vacant. We sat on a pair of chairs that were next to each other and held hands, comforting each other as we waited for the others to arrive. Slowly the other chairs were filled with people I didn't know from all three schools, everyone else looked as confused as us but no one speculated on what may be happening. There was barely even a whisper amongst the students gathered, just a few greetings whenever someone, someone else knew walked through the door.

After the all the chairs had been filled a rumbling could be heard and what was once Dumbledore's office vanished and changed into an arena of sorts. Gasps could be heard throughout the collection of students, but they died down as Dumbledore came into view in front of us.

"Calm down everyone, you're all safe," Dumbledore announced, a sigh of relief chorused from the gathered students. "Now I'm sure you are all wondering why you have been called here, yes?" We all nodded our heads, "Then I shall explain. You have been called here because you have all either been having nightmares or you have been with someone during the nightmares. I believe we have found out what is going on, Professor?"

The Headmaster motioned to the Potions master, she had long grey hair and was covered in wrinkles, but she walked to the middle of the arena with strong, controlled steps not commonly seen in someone so old. "Some items have been disappearing from my stores recently, and I haven't been able to catch the culprit, these ingredients aren't harmful in any potion, except one. It open's the victim's minds, allowing them to be more easily manipulated and controlled, we believe that this potion is somehow being slipped to each of you," her Australian accent was thick, making it hard to understand what she was saying but after a few years I'd gotten used to it. The Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students seemed to be fine with it as well causing me to believe that a translation charm had been cast on each of them. Making the words sound to them as they were being said in their own languages.

I squeezed Pansy's hand, I was terrified that that was what was happening to my girlfriend, "How is that possible!?" I yelled.

"Calm down Miss Weasley," Professor Leanora chided me, it angered me, but I stayed silent anyway, "To answer your question, we have no idea, we do, however, have a theory as to why. We believe that it is being used to train students how to control others, and if that is so we must stop them. Unfortunately, that means we are going to need to enter your minds ourselves, you will each need to relive your nightmares so we can figure this out. Of course, we will not force any of you to go through it, if you'd like to leave and not be a part of this just stand up and you shall be back in the Headmaster's office."

I looked around at my fellow students, and not one of them made any move to stand, I could see the pain on a few faces, some wanted to leave, but they stayed seated, they needed to stop this. "Alright, so you're all willing to help?" Dumbledore asked to make sure everyone was okay with it. All around me there were murmurs along the lines of 'don't really want to but I will' and 'of course' while everyone nodded along. "Alright, line up outside the tent," Dumbledore said as he waved his wand, a small tent appearing behind him.

We hurried into a line, hoping to be up the front to get this over with which apparently was fairly easy as no one wanted to go first, so Pansy and I ended up at the front of the line. "Miss Weasley, you may not want to come with us, it will be hard to watch," Professor Leanora warned me.

I squeezed Pansy's hand once more, "I need to support her," I said with determination, Professor's Dumbledore and Leanora both nodded before leading us into a tent. The inside of the tent held four chairs and nothing else, the place was completely empty.

Pansy

Sitting on the chairs, I smiled at Ginny, immensely grateful that she was here with me, before turning back to the two Professors before me. "Miss Parkinson, some information before we proceed, once we begin you will not be able to see us. You will feel everything the same way you felt it in your nightmare, and see it the same way. And Miss Weasley, you will be forced to watch on as it happens, not able to help, to stop what is happening, it would be best for you to leave."

Ginny gritted her teeth, glaring at the Headmaster, "I will stay with my Pansy, she needs me, so I will be here."

The old man nodded with a sad smile, part of me wanted her to leave so she wouldn't have to see what was going to happen, but the selfish part of me wanted her to stay, so even though I wouldn't know it, I would have her support.

"Why do we need to do this anyway?" I asked the Professors.

"We will be looking for people, faces that appear continuously, in every nightmare, along with trying to catch any information that may have been accidentally leaked into your mind," Professor Leanora explained.

I nodded and took a deep breath, "Okay," I squeezed Ginny's hand one last time, "Let's do this."

The Headmaster nodded, "I'm sorry about this," he said sadly, as he drew his wand he muttered several incantations before my vision started to blur, the sound of the students outside slowly drained away. Before long I couldn't hear or see anything, and my body was frozen in place, I tried to move, to call out to someone but my body wouldn't respond. Then a flash of white, and I was there again.

My eyes slowly opened as I looked around groggily, my vision was blurred and my hearing shot, I felt a warm liquid running down the front of my chest, stemming from a massive pain. I could hear the faint screams coming from all around me, the maniacal laughing as the screams became louder before a deafening silence came. In the distance, more screams sounded, each scream was soon covered by the same laughter.

I shuddered as I slowly got to my feet, the pain in my chest flaring once again. I rubbed my eyes, slowly clearing my vision, I wished I hadn't bothered, all around me was littered with bodies. The stench of burning flesh seeped into my nostrils and me wretched, I collapsed to the floor as the acidic bile shot up my mouth and out over the bodies. Tears freely flowed from my eyes, but a deafening scream shocked me out of it. A scream I never wanted to hear.

Raising my head, I saw my red-headed goddess fleeing from a group of students', Draco Malfoy was at the helm casting curse after curse at the fleeing girl while the others laughed. I scrambled to my feet as quickly as I could and darted for my love, but it didn't matter how fast I ran, they were always ahead of me. I couldn't catch them, couldn't gain on them as they tortured Ginny.

As I was about to collapse from exhaustion, I saw a green light flash straight into Ginny and she immediately went rigid. I screamed out in pain as she fell to the floor, my heart being torn to shreds. Instantly I was bending down holding her to me.

"Wake up, wake up, please Ginny, I can't lose you… I NEED YOU!" I screamed, the boy's surrounding me laughed, as they spat on us.

"Stupid dyke, can't she see the bitch is dead?"

"The freak has lost it."

"Petrificus Totalus!" Malfoy yelled, and I was instantly frozen in place, staring at the girl in my arms, "Time to have some fun boys," he chuckled menacingly.

"Bout time," one of them called out as he spread a limp Ginny's legs apart, I screamed at him in my mind, 'STOP! DON'T! PLEASE DON'T DO IT!' but it was no use, I was forced to watch as each boy roughly defiled my love's dead body. Forced to listen to each orgasm, forced to watch as they covered her beautiful face and body with sperm. Tears slipped from my eyes even in my paralysed state.

'Please, kill me,' I thought as they continued to defile my love.

Suddenly I was free to move again, my hand shot down to my wand, but before I could reach it, I was pinned to the ground. A boy on each arm and leg while Malfoy knelt down between my legs, he lifted up my robes, "STOP!" I screamed, but it didn't deter him. His hand gripped my boxers, and suddenly they are ripped from me, his fingers roughly entered my vagina, and I screamed again, but it only seemed to egg him on.

His hand roughly pushed in and out of me, tearing my hymen in the process. My dick slowly and involuntarily became hard, he smirked at me menacingly. "Looks like you're enjoying it."

"NO!" I screamed, it was simple biology, just the body's natural response but he didn't care, no one around me cared. They started to roughly rape me, a dick pushed into every orifice, as tears poured from my eyes. I was stuck there while they used me to satisfy their twisted needs.

It felt like mere seconds had gone by when I opened my eyes, but the sight in front of me shocked me, Ginny was crying, clutching me with a vice grip. Professor Dumbledore was holding in tears of his own, but he also had a large gash down the side of his face. Professor Leanora was laying on the floor, her hand was over her eyes, and I could see multiple scratches along her hands and face.

"W-What happened?" I asked.

Ginny flinched when she heard the question and instantly crashed her lips into mine, the kiss was rough and desperate as she held onto me like a life raft. "Miss Weasley couldn't handle it," Professor Leanora said as she rose to her feet, "We tried to keep her calm but, as you can see, it didn't work."

"But, did I even go into the nightmares? I don't remember them… at all anymore," I said utterly confused.

"We felt it necessary to wipe them from your memory, and we believe we have found who was inside your head."

"WHO WAS IT!?" Ginny screamed at the Professors.

"I am afraid we cannot tell you," Professor Dumbledore explained, "You will torture and/or kill the person."

"Your damn right I would!" Ginny yelled as she got to her feet, dragging me with her, "Can we leave?"

"Of course, just walk through the door on the other side of the arena."

We walked out of the tent and saw the terrified faces of the other's, they looked terrified of going through the same thing but also a little scared of Ginny. One of the French girls even flinched as Ginny glanced in her direction, I wanted to smile, but I didn't know what Ginny had seen, all I knew was it must have been bad.

She led me to the doors of the arena, and once we stepped through them, we awoke in our actual bodies, still sitting in Professor Dumbledore's office. All the chairs were still filled and glancing at the clock I noticed that only a few minutes had gone by, and immediately I felt a sense of wonder at the Professor's power. Ginny, however, didn't seem to care as she led me out of the office and directly toward out dorm room.

As we entered we say, Emily, Hermione and Fleur were present, Fleur and Hermione had a happy smile, and their hair was wet. They were speaking animatedly with Emily but as we entered they turned to us, upon seeing the look on Ginny's face Hermione ran over to us and quickly started asking what was wrong. But Ginny didn't answer she pulled me to her bed and pushed me down onto it. Once I was laying in her bed, she jumped in and clung to me, crying and shaking in both anger and anguish.

I held her, whispering comforting words to her while stroking her back, I looked at the three girls that were standing next to us. They each had worry set deeply in their features as they watched over the crying redhead in my arms. Ginny continued to cry into me for two hours before she fell asleep, each sob I endured tugged at my heart, and I had to force myself not cry as well. I didn't know what she saw, but I knew it had to be bad.

"What happened?" Hermione asked quietly.

"Professor Dumbledore had a theory on my nightmares… But to see if he was right he had to see my nightmares happening himself. I had to live through them, but before I woke up, they wiped them from my mind completely. But Ginny saw them all as well, she wanted to be there to support me, and she saw them all." I pointed towards my bedside table, "In there is a journal holding all of my nightmares, you can read them if you want to know what she saw. I know I will be, I can't let her be in pain without knowing why." I explained.

Hermione grabbed the large book and started reading, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep with Ginny, and for the first time in a long time it held no nightmares. My dreams were sweet, nice and more than a little erotic.

Fleur

I sat in my room on the carriage, silently waiting for Hermione, she said she'd be along once she knew Ginny was okay, but it had been hours since the then. Gabrielle had come back and was talking non-stop about what she'd done with Luna. Everything from running through the castle halls to flying on a broom, I was actually starting to feel a little jealous. Gabi never rode my broom with me.

"-and then were joined by a bunch of other people and we started throwing a ball around."

"And you were terrified to go on a broom with me just last year, my how you've grown," I said over dramatically.

"Yeah, yeah," she rolled her eyes at me, another thing she was learning from that Luna girls was how to be cheeky, it was cute, but I had a feeling it was going to be bad sooner or later.

Hermione rushed through the door then and hugged me tightly, "Those nightmares were so bad," she whispered into my ear.

I didn't know how bad but I knew they had to be terrible, Ginny was rendered completely unresponsive before she burst into tears and now Hermione was holding me tightly. Poor Pansy.

"HI Hermione," Gabrielle chirped happily.

Hermione let go of me and wrapped Gabrielle into a hug as well, "Hey Gabi, how was your day?"

I rolled my eyes as I once again had to listen to everything that Gabrielle had done that day with Luna. I watched as Hermione laughed and smiled as Gabrielle recounted her events of the day, the sight was endearing, and I loved watching them.

"How was your day?" Gabi asked Hermione, she glanced at me with a big smile.

"It was great, your sister and I figured out the egg!" Hermione exclaimed.

"And you didn't tell me?" Gabi asked glaring at me.

"I wanted to listen to what you did," I pouted, "But do you want to know what it said?" Gabi nodded her head vigorously. "Okay," I walked into the bathroom connected to our dorm room and started to fill up the bath. Gabrielle and Hermione followed me in, the former confused while the latter had a big smile on her face.

"What are we doing in here?" Gabi asked.

"So you can listen to the egg Gabi," I smiled at her.

Once the bathtub was filled with enough warm water, I dunked the egg in the water and opened it, the light from underneath the water shone a light blue and bubbles rushed to the surface. I motioned for Gabrielle to put her head under the water and she complied. She held her head under the water for a little while as she listened to the music that emanated from the egg itself.

She pulled her head out of the water quickly, throwing water over the both Hermione and me, causing as both to laugh a little, "There is singing coming from the egg!" Gabrielle exclaimed.

"That there is, it's beautiful, isn't it?" I asked as I closed the egg and pulled it back out of the water.

"What does it mean though? You'll need to look for something precious? That's not much of a clue, is it?" Gabi asked confused.

Hermione answered the question while I thought on it, I knew it was actually a massive clue, I had five hours to look for something, something that was more important to me than anything. Only one thing, or person, came to mind, Hermione. But that was basically it. Obviously, she'd be underwater somewhere but five hours? There had to be more to it than that, I already knew how to cast a bubble charm, so the underwater thing was fine. The only problem was the time, five hours was too much time just to search some water, I assume we'll end up starting somewhere else and need to find the body of water. Although since it's supposed to be more dangerous, we'll probably have to fight our way to the water.

I spent the night playing around with Gabi and Hermione until it was time for Gabi to go to sleep, of course, she whined as she got ready for bed bus as her head hit the pillow she fell asleep. Once she was asleep, I shared what I thought was going to happen with the second task and she seemed to agree with me.

"But how can they keep me under water for five hours? I'll die, or be bored out of my mind the whole time," Hermione said incredulously.

"I'm sure they'll have a way of making it, so it's not like that," I laughed slightly at the fact that she was worried about being bored.

We spent part of the night theorising what was going to be in the Second Task before deciding it was best to go to sleep. Once Hermione had drifted off to sleep I smiled down at her sleeping face, "I love you," I whispered as I had every night we that we sleep together.