A Terrible Dream

Mora crawled in bed Friday night, having just survived her first week at Hogwarts. She was very tired, but happy. However she couldn't fall asleep. A terrible sense of horror kept coming over her. After a few hours of tossing and turning, she did get to sleep.

As she slept, she dreamt of a maiden in a white gown, who reminded Mora of herself, standing next to a white shape, that appeared to be some kind of animal. She really couldn't tell what it was because everything in the dream, except the maiden, was blurred. Next came a black shadow that seemed to wash over everything. A menacing laugh hung in the air.

Soon a voice said, He will be killed by my wand. He is what is standing in my way.

Mora woke up, sitting up in her bed. She was breathing heavily.

Mora, is that you? whispered Hermione's sleepy voice.



Are you okay? Mora heard Hermione getting out of bed an walking over to her.

It was just a dream. A very terrible dream.

Mora saw Hermione's face in the moonlight. She seemed concerned. Do you want to go downstairs and talk?

Mora slowed her breathing and, with a nod, whispered, Yes, tat would be good.

Hermione and Mora went into the common room and sat next to the fireplace. Tell me about the dream.

Mora sighed and began. Ever since I was little, I have been able to see parts of the future. It is nothing that I can control and it usually, but not always, seems to happen when I am asleep.

I can tell the difference between a regular dream and one of the prophetic dreams just by the way it feels. I do not know how else to describe it; it just feels different. This was one of those dreams.

Mora continued on, explaining what she remembered from her dream. The strange thing is that this dream is more vague than any of my other prophetic dreams. I could normally tell you specific details of what will happen, when it will happen, and to whom it will happen. This time, I can only guess what will occur.

Hermione sat back in her chair. Normally I don't go for this whole tell-the-future mumbo jumbo. But after some of the things that I've seen and the way you're telling me about it, I believe you.

But what do you think it means?

The maiden and animal, I don't know. But the shadow and laugh has to be Voldemort. Which means....

That he wants to kill Harry, Mora finished. But according to all of the stories that I've heard, that is nothing new. Everyone knows that Voldemort hates Harry, for good reason. Her face fell. Maybe it was not of those dreams after all. Only just a reflection of what my conscious mind knows.

For some reason, I don't think I'd discredit it so quickly.

Well, I just will not tell anyone else about the dream until I get a clearer vision.

Hermione smiled. Do you feel like you can sleep now?

Not especially.

Me either. Want to stay up and chat?

That would be wonderful. Mora and Hermione stayed up till almost dawn. They fell asleep, facing each other, in the chairs.