Jason woke up sweaty again from the nightmare. It was morning, and he was relieved it was. Jason got out of bed, took a cold shower, and got dressed in his slick black robes. Jason, still fatigued from a horrible nightmare, stumbled down the stairs to the Hufflepuff common room.
He sat on one of the large leather chairs that filled the round, comfortable room. An exotic fireplace permeated heat inside the cold, stonewalls.
Jason tried to read Quidditch Through the Ages but his mind was filled with more exciting and frightening thoughts. He saw Martha stumble down the stairs; her hair disheveled and there were bags beneath her eyes. She appeared that she did not have a good night.
"Mornin," greeted Jason.
"Oh, hi," Martha grunted.
"What's wrong?" asked Jason.
"Some weird nightmare... it's really hard to explain," suddenly, Martha burst into tears.
Jason led her to one of the sofas and put her head on his shoulder for Martha to cry on.
"I had some weird nightmare last night to..."
Martha looked up, surprised, and said, "Really?"
"Ye, it was very disturbing, I don't think I should tell you."
"Oh, please tell me! I'll tell you about mine, I bet mine is more disturbing," then she began to cry again.
"Alright, I was in the Forbidden Forest..."
"Me too!" cried Martha.
"Well, there was a thunderstorm... and..."
"That strange man from that boggart, who I said was my father..."
"um... err.. ra...raped... that woman...." I choked. Martha started to cry again.
"No! That's impossible! I was not conceived that way! I'm not a bastard.... no!! No!!! NO!!! NO!!!!!!!!!" The rest of the Hufflepuffs was staring at these two.
"Shhh, Martha, I don't think it's a coincidence that we had the same dream, I think that it's a message, an omen of some sort, don't take it seriously..." Jason coaxed as he put a finger on Martha's lips.
Martha calmed down and whispered, "I just think that it's horrible that this was what gave me life... a crime... a horrible crime... from some person who I call my father."
Martha sobbed on Jason's shoulder. Jason, meanwhile, was also thinking about all the events that has happened. It can't be a coincidence; it has to be from an outside source. Maybe Martha's mom send them these "dreams". Maybe these are warnings. But there are too many maybes. Nothing made sense. Things just seemed to be connected, but they made no sense. Nothing made sense.
Author's Note:
Sorry about the short chapter
and the fact that I haven't wrote in a while. Please don't get mad at me, I promise I'll try to get this whole story
finished by the end of this week. Again, please review!
