Rest your eyes, there's nothing to fear
1 The dangers gone
1.1 Who couldn't say you're wonderful
Who couldn't love you
Hermione was walking somewhere, but she couldn't quite place where, exactly. She was in a forest, she knew that much. The path she was on seemed so familiar, like she knew where she was going. She walked along, shivering slightly. The singsong melody echoed in her head, and she could hear somebody singing the words softly as she walked. She heard a noise in the depths of the forest, and stopped walking. She turned around and looked behind her, trying to identify where the sound had come from. Suddenly, there was a deep voice, a crack, a bright flash, and she screamed. Hermione was spinning, faster and faster, until everything came to a stop. She was falling through darkness, wind rushing past her ears. She heard her own scream, felt the cold of the wind whip against her skin. She was falling, forever falling, into endless blackness, then was suddenly awoken.
"Hermione! Hermione! HERMIONE!" Harry was shaking her shoulders, and she opened her eyes to see him staring at her with a worried look on his face. He saw that she was awake and he pulled her into a hug. He squeezed her so tightly, like he could never let her go. "Oh, Thank the Sages, you're awake! I was so scared!" He
kissed her neck as he spoke, the feel of his lips on her skin sent shivers down her back. His shoulders shook, and she pulled away to look at him, surprised to see a tear running down his cheek.
"What's wrong, Harry? What happened?" She asked. She couldn't stand to see him crying. It made her want to reach out and comfort him, to make everything bad go away. That was impossible, she knew, but she still felt like trying. She reached out and wiped tears away from his red cheeks. He took her hand and held it, as if she was slipping away in to eternity and he was trying his hardest to keep her there with him.
"Don't you know, Hermione? You mean you didn't know?" she heard Ron say. He was squatting on the floor next to the bed, looking at Hermione with concern. "You went all rigid and shaky, like you were getting ill. You started screaming out something, but we couldn't understand what." Hermione looked past Ron to see the rest of his roommates staring at her. All of them looked scared.
"Oh Harry! This dream I had, I was in a forest, and somebody was singing, and somebody said a spell and there was a flash and I was spinning, and falling and oh Harry I was so scared!" Hermione suddenly felt like she was going to throw up. She put her head on her hands and she realized that she had broken into a sweat. "What was I screaming? Didn't anybody hear?" she asked the boys.
"I did, Hermione," Harry said softly. He looked into her eyes. "I did. You said 'He's trying to kill me, he's trying to kill Harry, he's trying to kill Ron.' Then you went silent and after a minute or two you said, 'Expandimentiem.' That was when I woke you up. We were so scared, Hermione." The look in Harry's eyes told her that he was worried about her. He searched her face with his bright green eyes, and pulled her into a hug once more. The way his shoulders shook, the way his breathing came shallow, he really cared about her, and it showed in every move he made.
"Expandimentiem?" Hermione had heard that somewhere. She was almost sure what it meant, but didn't want to say anything in case she was wrong. "Maybe I should go down to the hospital wing." she said shakily. She tried to get out of the bed, but when she lifted herself up into a standing position, she fell into Harry's arms.
"Okay, maybe not. Go back to sleep, all of you, I mean it!" she said to the rest of the guys staring at her. They shrugged and flopped back down onto their pillows, and were soon back asleep. "Harry.stay with me." She said weakly.
"What do you mean? I'm right here." He said.
"I know, but stay with me until I go back to sleep. I'm scared, Harry," she whispered. He sat down on the bed next to her, stroking her hair. He bent down to kiss her, pressing his lips to hers softly, then more aggressively, more passionately.
"It's alright, I'm here. I'm always here Hermione," he whispered against her lips. "I love you, and I am always here."
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Thaddeus Pearson was scared. Something was inside his head, but he didn't know what. "Please, leave me alone!" He begged. He didn't really understand what good it would do, since he didn't know what he was begging to.
"SILENCE! You will obey me, do you understand?" The voice inside his head was cold, and Thaddeus was scared again.
"What do you want with me? What am I supposed to do?" he asked it.
"You are going to be my slave. You are going to do my dirty work. You are going to kill Harry Potter."
Thaddeus gasped outloud. Harry Potter? But, he was the one that saved everybody from the Dark Times. He was the one that made You-Know-Who disappear. Why would anybody want to kill him? Unless, it was.but no, it couldn't be!
A high, cold, laugh sounded somewhere inside Thaddeus's head. "Oh yes, my dear boy. It's me, Voldemort." Thaddeus shivered at the name. "I'm back, to seek my revenge on the boy that caused my downfall." He laughed again, loud and shrill. "And you are going to help my, my boy. Whether you like it or not."
"N-n-no! I wo-wo-won't do anything t-t-to hurt Harry P-p-potter!" stuttered Thaddeus outloud. "You c-c-can't make me!" He said. He hoped that his voice hid the way he really felt. Scared and alone.
Voldemort laughed again. "Do you want to bet on that?" Suddenly, Thaddeus was screaming out in pain. It felt as though somebody had set fire to every single one of his bones and every single inch of his skin. "Do you see, little boy? Do you see what I can put you through? Now, you will do exactly what I say, do you understand me?"
"Y-y-yes, Lord Voldemort."
"Good. Very good. I see I was right in choosing you to be my slave. Now, what we need to do first, is to start out on Harry's little.friends." Hate echoed in every word that Voldemort spoke. "That girl.that Hermione. He likes her, I can feel it. We go after her first. Then we get the boy with the red hair, then we go after all his other little 'friends'. That teacher, Hagrid.His Quidditch teammates, everybody. Then, and only then, will we take him. When he is lost and alone in the world, without friends, cold and powerless, then is when I shall have my revenge."
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2 Rest your eyes, there's nothing to fear
The dangers gone
Who couldn't say you're wonderful
Who couldn't love you
The singsong melody haunted her. She was back in the forest. She wished she knew where she was! She heard the sound again. She turned around, almost involuntarily, and tried once again to see where the sound had come from. She heard the voice, the crack, and saw the light once again. Only, this time, she reached down and grabbed a rock from off the trail she was on. She felt the spinning sensation once again, felt the wind and the cold, and woke up in a cold sweat. She felt something cut into her palm, and felt the trickle of blood creeping down towards the floor. She rolled her hand over and opened her tightly clenched fist.
A small rock fell to the floor.
THE END! (till next time, of course)
1 The dangers gone
1.1 Who couldn't say you're wonderful
Who couldn't love you
Hermione was walking somewhere, but she couldn't quite place where, exactly. She was in a forest, she knew that much. The path she was on seemed so familiar, like she knew where she was going. She walked along, shivering slightly. The singsong melody echoed in her head, and she could hear somebody singing the words softly as she walked. She heard a noise in the depths of the forest, and stopped walking. She turned around and looked behind her, trying to identify where the sound had come from. Suddenly, there was a deep voice, a crack, a bright flash, and she screamed. Hermione was spinning, faster and faster, until everything came to a stop. She was falling through darkness, wind rushing past her ears. She heard her own scream, felt the cold of the wind whip against her skin. She was falling, forever falling, into endless blackness, then was suddenly awoken.
"Hermione! Hermione! HERMIONE!" Harry was shaking her shoulders, and she opened her eyes to see him staring at her with a worried look on his face. He saw that she was awake and he pulled her into a hug. He squeezed her so tightly, like he could never let her go. "Oh, Thank the Sages, you're awake! I was so scared!" He
kissed her neck as he spoke, the feel of his lips on her skin sent shivers down her back. His shoulders shook, and she pulled away to look at him, surprised to see a tear running down his cheek.
"What's wrong, Harry? What happened?" She asked. She couldn't stand to see him crying. It made her want to reach out and comfort him, to make everything bad go away. That was impossible, she knew, but she still felt like trying. She reached out and wiped tears away from his red cheeks. He took her hand and held it, as if she was slipping away in to eternity and he was trying his hardest to keep her there with him.
"Don't you know, Hermione? You mean you didn't know?" she heard Ron say. He was squatting on the floor next to the bed, looking at Hermione with concern. "You went all rigid and shaky, like you were getting ill. You started screaming out something, but we couldn't understand what." Hermione looked past Ron to see the rest of his roommates staring at her. All of them looked scared.
"Oh Harry! This dream I had, I was in a forest, and somebody was singing, and somebody said a spell and there was a flash and I was spinning, and falling and oh Harry I was so scared!" Hermione suddenly felt like she was going to throw up. She put her head on her hands and she realized that she had broken into a sweat. "What was I screaming? Didn't anybody hear?" she asked the boys.
"I did, Hermione," Harry said softly. He looked into her eyes. "I did. You said 'He's trying to kill me, he's trying to kill Harry, he's trying to kill Ron.' Then you went silent and after a minute or two you said, 'Expandimentiem.' That was when I woke you up. We were so scared, Hermione." The look in Harry's eyes told her that he was worried about her. He searched her face with his bright green eyes, and pulled her into a hug once more. The way his shoulders shook, the way his breathing came shallow, he really cared about her, and it showed in every move he made.
"Expandimentiem?" Hermione had heard that somewhere. She was almost sure what it meant, but didn't want to say anything in case she was wrong. "Maybe I should go down to the hospital wing." she said shakily. She tried to get out of the bed, but when she lifted herself up into a standing position, she fell into Harry's arms.
"Okay, maybe not. Go back to sleep, all of you, I mean it!" she said to the rest of the guys staring at her. They shrugged and flopped back down onto their pillows, and were soon back asleep. "Harry.stay with me." She said weakly.
"What do you mean? I'm right here." He said.
"I know, but stay with me until I go back to sleep. I'm scared, Harry," she whispered. He sat down on the bed next to her, stroking her hair. He bent down to kiss her, pressing his lips to hers softly, then more aggressively, more passionately.
"It's alright, I'm here. I'm always here Hermione," he whispered against her lips. "I love you, and I am always here."
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Thaddeus Pearson was scared. Something was inside his head, but he didn't know what. "Please, leave me alone!" He begged. He didn't really understand what good it would do, since he didn't know what he was begging to.
"SILENCE! You will obey me, do you understand?" The voice inside his head was cold, and Thaddeus was scared again.
"What do you want with me? What am I supposed to do?" he asked it.
"You are going to be my slave. You are going to do my dirty work. You are going to kill Harry Potter."
Thaddeus gasped outloud. Harry Potter? But, he was the one that saved everybody from the Dark Times. He was the one that made You-Know-Who disappear. Why would anybody want to kill him? Unless, it was.but no, it couldn't be!
A high, cold, laugh sounded somewhere inside Thaddeus's head. "Oh yes, my dear boy. It's me, Voldemort." Thaddeus shivered at the name. "I'm back, to seek my revenge on the boy that caused my downfall." He laughed again, loud and shrill. "And you are going to help my, my boy. Whether you like it or not."
"N-n-no! I wo-wo-won't do anything t-t-to hurt Harry P-p-potter!" stuttered Thaddeus outloud. "You c-c-can't make me!" He said. He hoped that his voice hid the way he really felt. Scared and alone.
Voldemort laughed again. "Do you want to bet on that?" Suddenly, Thaddeus was screaming out in pain. It felt as though somebody had set fire to every single one of his bones and every single inch of his skin. "Do you see, little boy? Do you see what I can put you through? Now, you will do exactly what I say, do you understand me?"
"Y-y-yes, Lord Voldemort."
"Good. Very good. I see I was right in choosing you to be my slave. Now, what we need to do first, is to start out on Harry's little.friends." Hate echoed in every word that Voldemort spoke. "That girl.that Hermione. He likes her, I can feel it. We go after her first. Then we get the boy with the red hair, then we go after all his other little 'friends'. That teacher, Hagrid.His Quidditch teammates, everybody. Then, and only then, will we take him. When he is lost and alone in the world, without friends, cold and powerless, then is when I shall have my revenge."
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2 Rest your eyes, there's nothing to fear
The dangers gone
Who couldn't say you're wonderful
Who couldn't love you
The singsong melody haunted her. She was back in the forest. She wished she knew where she was! She heard the sound again. She turned around, almost involuntarily, and tried once again to see where the sound had come from. She heard the voice, the crack, and saw the light once again. Only, this time, she reached down and grabbed a rock from off the trail she was on. She felt the spinning sensation once again, felt the wind and the cold, and woke up in a cold sweat. She felt something cut into her palm, and felt the trickle of blood creeping down towards the floor. She rolled her hand over and opened her tightly clenched fist.
A small rock fell to the floor.
THE END! (till next time, of course)