Disclaimer: My name is not J.K. Rowling nor am I part of the wonderful and talented mangaka quartet known as CLAMP.

Title: Sakura

Pairing: RWxDM

Rating: I'm sick of rating every chapter. This story is an NC-17.

Warnings: Slash, Angst

Spoilers: OOTP , HBP and DH. Also some spoilers for Tokyo Babylon.

Year Six: Prologue

Where am I? Even though he was sure he hadn't spoken the words he could still hear them echo about him, bouncing off of the darkness.

And it was dark. Surrounding him were trees not like he could ever remember seeing before. They were thin; their trunks smooth to the touch and green—not brown like he was used to. Circling around they were all he could see, the space beyond them dark and impenetrable.

I'm dreaming he realized.

He took a step forward. Nothing revealed itself to him and so he took another step and then another. He was searching for something he realized. Searching for what he did not know but he knew it was important. He continued on, the trees the only things emerging out of that darkness but still he moved forward.

A light breeze blew past and even though he was sweating he felt goose bumps rise from his skin. He was afraid, the cold grip of fear clutching at his chest though he had no idea what he was so afraid of.

Ahead he could make out a faint light penetrating the darkness. He continued towards it the air surrounding him growing colder with every step he took. Already he could see his breath in the clear crisp air. Then without warning the trees parted and before him were a set of stairs. They rose up, where they lead Ron could not see but he could tell that the light was coming from the top of those stairs—or maybe the stairs themselves. It was hard for him to tell. The air was as now frigid and Ron's limbs felt stiff and heavy.

This is a place of death.

The thought entered his mind before he could stop it. He took a step back. What if that was where these stairs lead him? What if they showed him his death?

He reached into his left sleeve for his wand only to find it wasn't there. Of course it wouldn't be there though he thought as he finally just realized that he was wearing his pajamas. Was this really a dream after all?

He stood there undecided until at the top of the stars he saw a person. With the light shining behind them he all he could make out was a silhouette but even still he could distinctly make out a set of large robes. Robes he'd seen somewhere before—somewhere in another dream.

The figure turned and disappeared and then small little pale specks began to fall. Carried to him by the wind he could tell that they were flower petals—small pink flower petals—sakura petals. He held out his hand, letting them brush past his fingertips in their decent.

He started to run. It was hard for him to make his frozen legs move but he did, calling out to her the entire way. When he finally reached the top he was taken aback and his breath caught in his throat he laid his eyes on the most amazingly beautiful tree he'd ever seen.

It was large—very large, huge even, the top of its branches reaching over 15 meters easily—and it was covered in pale pink flowers. He stood there, entrance by its magnificence.

Slowly he began to step towards it, reaching out his hand as though he hope to touch it—to feel if something so beautiful could really exist. Before he could reach it though he felt something wet drip onto his cheek.

To say it had startled him would be an understatement as he nearly jumped out of his skin. He brought his hand up to wipe it from his face. He brought his fingers down to look at it—eyes widening in realization.

Looking up he saw her. Spread over the lowest branches, her pale hand reaching for him—drenched in her own blood. In the middle of her breast was a gapping hole, the pristine robes dyed the color of the deepest red. She stared at him; her face contorted in agony—her lips moving in a silent plea.

He stumbled backwards, his mouth opening to let out a scream of terror that never quite made it out. His throat tightened and heart stopped when he felt someone grab him from behind, holding his right wrist and grasping his chin—forcing his eyes to stay focused on her.

"Aren't the cherry blossoms lovely?" he heard a familiar voice in his ear.

He tried to turn his head to see who his captor was but they held his head fast. Desperately he clawed at their grasp with his free hand but to no avail. They tighten their grip and brought his hand back so that they could press their lips against it. A sharp pain shot through his hand and up his arm and he felt the other's lips move from his hand to his neck. All the while all Ron could do was stare into her deep green eyes. A burning heat filled his entire body as he felt the other lips move down his neck to his shoulder.

"What fire you have," he heard the other one say. "No wonder he's so taken by you." Suddenly the pain returned to his hand in white hot bursts. Tearing his throat he let out a horrible scream and with all of his strength pulled himself way from his holder.

He felt his head hit the floor and there was a mass of blankets suffocating him as he tried to free himself. Finally his lungs filled with the warm air of the Gryffindor dormitory as he continued to tear himself free from the layers of fabric—the curtains from his bed being pulled down as he fell. He lt out a terrified cry as he felt someone place a hand on his shoulder.

"It's alright Ron," he heard Neville's familiar voice fill his ears. "Just calm down and we'll get you untangled."

"What the hell's going on?" someone said from the other side of the room.

Ron finally managed to pull his hand free and brought it up for him to look at. Pulling at the sleeve of his pajamas he was able to see that nothing was there thought he could still feel a tingly sensation were the burning had been.

"I's jus' Ron," he heard another say. "Probably jus' had a spider in bed with 'im."

"Are you alright?" Neville asked. Ron felt his heart slow down as he realized that it had all really been just a dream.

"Yeah," he heaved as he ran a hand through his hair. "Bad dream tha's all."

"Must have been some heck of a bad dream," Neville sighed, keeping his voice down as the rest tried to get back to sleep.

"It seemed so real though," Ron whispered, looking down at his hand again. It was cool now, like nothing had ever happened.

"What sort of dream was it?" Neville asked.

"For heaven's sake," they heard Harry moan from over in the next bed. "Would the two of you just shut up? There are some of us who are trying to sleep."

Ron and Neville looked at each other and without another word finished untangling Ron from his blankets. Silently they moved back to their beds both knowing that there would be plenty of time to discuss it the next day. Morning would be the start of a new year and they both needed their sleep.

After such a dream though Ron knew that sleep would be very hard to come by.

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A/N: o.O I wonder where that came from. Sorry that updates are so slow. I promise that I'm working on this more than you think. I actually wasn't going to start Year Six with this but I can't figure out how to put together chapter one…I've written it about five times and I still hate it…so I decided to try this way out instead…hope you guys like it. I'll try to get the next part up soon.