S c r e a m f o r M e .

Author's Note: Here is a ten chapter story about the summer after year four when Harry, Ron, and Hermione spend their summer in America. In America, they are stalked and realize that someone is trying to murder them. I recently changed it to a ten chapter story, but it could be even longer. I think this chapter is going to be the longest so far, and I hope in the future, the chapters will also be this long or longer.

Chapter 4: Blood on the walls.

Light is a good sign, it means life, that someone is there, that you are not alone. But that is not always the case, and light can be a sign of darkness, and it can be a fearful and horrible thing.

The room was a bright and cheerful room. It had a mixture of peach and sand colored wall paper and a low-lying bed with white sheets and a blanket. Windows lined up on the south-facing wall. Hermione woke up to light shinning in her eyes. She yawned and looked at the alarm clock. It was blinking 8:42. She rubbed her eyes and got out of bed. She slipped off her gown and put one a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. She looked at her hair in the mirror on the wall and quickly fixed it, and opened the door and walked to the window. It looked like it was going to be a beautiful and cheerful day, but her mind was the opposite, thinking about the dream she just had... frightening, and gloomy. But she didn't want the dream to ruin her day, and after all, it was a dream. What can a dream do? She thought to herself.

"I wonder if the newspaper is her yet?" She said to her self. She opened the window and sat down. The paper still wasn't there, but she was going to wait. She had ordered a subscription because they were going to need jobs. The money that they managed to pull together wasn't going to last they the whole time, so they planned to each get a job.

"Good morning!" Harry said as he opened the door and saw her sitting there.

"Oh. Hi. I didn't realize you were awake." She said.

"Ron is still sleeping, and snoring. So it woke me up. What are you doing?" Harry asked. He sat down on the opposite couch.

"I am waiting for the newspaper." She said quickly.

"You seem worried?" He asked.

"Oh, I'm just nervous. A first job is a big thing, and even though I have no idea what it's going to be, I am nervous. What do you think you want to do?" She asked in a nervous tone.

"Well, it isn't going to determine the rest of your life, so don't worry. I think I want to maybe try something in the American ministry of magic. That is if they're looking. You?" He said, then asked.

"I have no idea, that's the thing that worries me." She said trying to smile. "So what's for breakfast?"

"I guess I'll go to the story right now, and make some pancakes. Do you think Ron likes them?" Harry asked as he was getting on his jacket.

"He will eat anything that is edible." Hermione laughed, although she didn't feel like laughing. It was a dry laugh. Her mind was troubled.

Harry opened the door and said, "Bye." He walked down the long stairs. He opened the door that led out of the hallway and walked down the steps that led to the street. It was a bright and sunny morning and he walked to the left where he saw a grocery store the night before.

He walked in and the person at the counter said, "Hello. Can I help you?" The old black man asked. Harry paused to think of what ingredients he would need and then said, "Where would the pancake mix be?"

"Over there," he said as he pointed. Harry walked over and bent down. He picked up a box with the word, "Bisquick", with a large picture of pancakes on the front and turned it over to see what other ingredients he would require.

1 Egg

2 Cups of Milk

1 Tablespoon of sugar

Syrup

After reading the ingredients, he walked over to the refrigerated section of the store and took out two bottles of milk, a carton of eggs, and he went over the aisle and picked up a box full of sugar packets, and a bottle of syrup. "I think this is all." He said to the man at the counter.

"That will be 10 dollars and 34 cents." He said, then he added, "You aren't from around here are you?"

As Harry handed him the American muggle money that Hermione gave to him before, he said, "No, I just moved here for the summer from England with some friends."

"That sounds fun, well, I guess I'll see you back then, here is your change." He said and gave him the money.

- - - Scream - - -

After making pancakes, which everyone enjoyed, but Ron seemed to enjoy it just a bit more, the paper arrived and Hermione straight away started looking at the "classifieds" section.

"Hmmm." She said as she studied the listings. "Ahhh."

"Found anything?" Ron asked. He tried to look over her shoulder, but she managed to hide the paper in front of her.

She ignored him, but after a few minutes, she said, "Ah hah." Ron and Harry both looked up from their plates and she said, "I found a few, how does this sound for you Ron, Looking for a waiter at the Stars Cafe, if interested, owl Joseph Mardylake." She said it in a sarcastic tone, and Ron didn't seem to notice.

"That sounds great!" He said enthusiastically. He smiled and he started writing a letter to the owner of the cafe. Harry tried to hold in his laughter, but he burst out and Hermione followed. Ron looked at the two like they went crazy, but went back to his letter.

"Do you see anything for me?" Harry was almost afraid to ask, seeing Hermione's determination as she searched the paper. After her eyes scrolled the first page of the paper, then the second, she finally looks up.

She stares at him in complete confusion then snaps back to reality, "Sorry, I... wasn't listening, what were you saying?" Harry looked back at her and saw the tension in her face as her traveling eyes found a particular ad.

"Are you alright, I mean, you don't look to good." He was right, she was very pale, and she seemed preoccupied.

"I- I have had this... horrible feeling lately, and it just won't go away." She said. Then, she added, "and I had this dream last night... it was horrible."

"What happened in the dream?" Harry asked.

"I came back here after a days work at a library at the university of New York, and I saw you two... dead. Blood everywhere, and on the walls, written in blood- 'Scream'."

Harry didn't know what to say, and then Hermione said, "And I was looking in the newspaper, and I saw the ad for a job at that library..." A single tear ran down her check, and she wiped it away with her sleeve, and said, "I don't know what it means, but I think I'll go lie down, would you wake me up in a few hours?"

"Sure." Harry said, then as she walked away, Harry thought about the dream, and the horrible feeling that Hermione had swept over him like high tide coming into the bay.

Author's Note: I had no idea how I was going to end this chapter, but I think it was really good. So far, I think this is my best story yet. I know the chapter title was a bit gruesome, but this is in the horror genre. The next chapter will be happier, and we will find out what jobs they get, and some romance will come into play along with at least one new character. Please leave a review and tell me how I am doing. Also, please leave a suggestion for the new characters name, please leave two, a boy and a girl. Bye, and look soon for the next chapter, as the plot continues to flow...