It was cold. Not only the kind of cold that sends shivers down your spine, freezing your bones and almost making your very heart stop from the cold, but then, there was also the kind of cold that makes you either want to run away, or scream at the top of your lungs so you can feel the reassuring warmth that some one will hear you and come to your side. Even in an un- conscious state, you can still feel both of the colds.

"y-y-you c-can kill m-m-m-me, b-but it ain't gonna ss-s-stop the peace!" The young girl from the corner stuttered. Her torso was cut open and heavily bleeding, as was her left cheek. Her right leg was cut down to the bare bone. Tears ran down her face as she spoke, growling as though the pain was coming from the inside, not the out. A young man, perhaps a few years older than her let out a steady moan from where he was bound to the wall. His eyes opened and fell upon the girl, and he let out a stifled sob. But he wasn't the only one in the room besides the girl.

Another man, much older, with slits for nostrils and red-cat like eyes smirked at her, a smirk filled with pain and triumph. "There is no peace." He hissed at the girl. "Never was to begin with. That was only wool being pulled over your eyes." "LIAR!" The girl screamed, in a horse voice, making the young man wince once more as though in pain. "T-t-there was peace i-in my parents t-t-time, and there will be NOW!" The man with the red eyes chuckled. "As I said before, there was not peace, not even in your parents time. And there never will be peace again as long as I can help it." The smirk grew wider over his pale face. The girl looked slightly bewildered. Her blue eyes, red from the tears she had been crying opened wide as she tried not to scream. "T-they gonna rebel a-a-against you a-a-a-and when they do, I'll be watching fro-m-m a-above a-a-and I'm g-gonna laugh at y-y-y-y-you!" her lower lip curled in a steady sneer, but still shook from the pain in her chest and strut. The mans face was pulled into a frown and he raised his wand in a threatening way. "They don't have that kind of courage, dumbass!" "I'M NOT THE DUMBASS!" the girl was screaming again, her voice half squeaking, half horse. "YOU'RE THE DUMBASS FOR NOT REALIZING THE IRONY OF THE SITU-" The young man's eyes opened in terror as the man brought his wand swishing down, roaring words that cut though the night like a knife through cold butter, sudden but over quick. "AVADA KADAVRA!" within an instant, the girl was dead. "NO!!!" the young man screamed. The man with the cat like eyes ignored him, smirking once more because the girl was finally dead. The young man started struggling at his bounds, trying to break free and run to his dead lovers side, with the unbelievable thought to perhaps save her, but now, the man with the cat like eyes drew a long sword out of a sheath on his belt. He raised the sword in front of the young mans eyes, making him stop struggling. Then, with no more warning than he had given the girl when he killed her, he shoved the sword into the gut of the young man. The great- great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great X4 grandson of Godric Gryffindor's dying vision was of the swords handle, pushed into his abdomen, in its entire splendor, the name on it

i Godric Gryffindor. i

That was all that Harry Potter had seen of his dream.