A/N: Finally I've figured out how I want to make this story! Enjoy, and I promise updates will be closer together, and more constant! This will probably be 6-7 more chapters, no longer mabye shorter though... - dragon628Chapter 9Ron POVRon was somewhere dark. He had no idea where he was, but a feeling of dread was slowly settling in his stomach.
There was shouting all around him, as well as bright flashes of green and red. There was also sounds of things crashing, and exploding.
"Ron! Come on this way, why'd you stop!" He turned as Hermione grabbed him by the arm, and dragged him somewhere. It was then that he realized that Harry was running in front of him, and Draco and Blaise, were behind him both had tears streaming down their faces.
Suddenly as they ran both Slytheirn boys broke off, and ran into the battle. Suprisingly they weren't fighting Hogwarts students... they were fighting deatheaters.
What was going on!?! Who were they running from?!? Why were there deatheaters in Hogwarts?
He was trying to remember! Really he was!!
Suddenly he heard voices he knew very well, but for the life of him, he could not remember who they belonged too!
"Your joking Perce!" He heard the younger of two red headed boys say. 'Perce'? Why did he know that name.
"Your actually joking Perce! I haven't heard you joke since you were-" The kid was cut off by an explosion.
Harry, grabbed him, and Hermione as they dived into an empty classroom.
When the dust cleared the battle field was in ruins, the younger of the two men was looking around wildly, what seemed to be a pain of glasses in his hands. Said glasses had broken lenses, one of the bars was broken, and they seemed to have blood and dirt covering the intact parts.
"PERCY!" The boy screamed. Ron suddenly had a feeling of terrible dread. The guy holding the glasses wipped out his wand, and sent all of the rubble flying revealing the broken body of the older boy.
Ron froze. "Percy." He whispered heartbroken. Everything came flooding back to him. This had happened before though. The same events, why then was he seeing this again.
Ron screamed in anguish, as the tears came pouring out of the young man's eyes.
Ron was jolted into the present.
He was in his bed.
It was the day after the Battle of Hogwarts.
They had won.
But they didn't.
His brother was dead, and his family was grief stricken.
Ron started to cry into his hands. It was most likely that everyone was having these nightmares.
Percy Weasley was dead and he wasn't coming back