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Aubrey fell into bed that night, tired from her first day of classes.
Joyelle had taunted her all day, going so far as to set Aubrey scarlet hair on fire.
Despite all Joyelle's difficulties, Aubrey felt drawn to the girl.
She felt a bond between them for some strange reason.
On a happier note, Midas had become a good friend.
He had guided her through the whole day, though Aubrey told herself it was because Whitney was his little sister and not because of an attraction beyond the boundaries of a good friendship.
But still…Aubrey had excepted the fact that she liked Midas a great deal earlier that day.
Unfortunately, practically every other girl at Hogwarts felt that way, even some Sixth and Seventh years.
His most vigorous suitor was none other than Marina Randalls, the cold-eyed Slytherin.
Aubrey had been right when she had thought she'd dislike the girl.
In their first class together, Herbology, Marina had been a "Bloody whore!" as Jessica had put it.
She was icy, rude, insulting and haughty.
She and Aubrey had made instant enemies when Marina had spilled dirt all over Aubrey and refused to clean up or apologize.
The fact that Aubrey had slugged her hadn't helped much either, but after the comment Marina made about her mother…Who could blame her?
Aubrey smiled to herself and burrowed down in her covers.
She would deal with Marina and Midas and Joyelle tomorrow.
***
Aubrey sat up with a start.
She wasn't in her bed at Hogwarts.
In fact, she was nowhere near Hogwarts.
Aubrey's feet looked bloody, but on closer inspection she found that it wasn't her that was bleeding, it was the ground!
After looking around some more, Aubrey found that the ground was not bleeding but soaked in blood!
Horror set in as she looked around her surroundings; a bloody, smelly, death-ridden battlefield.
Aubrey walked around as if in a dream, which she hoped she was in.
She came upon a small pond, which had somehow avoided being clouded by blood and dirt.
Aubrey looked at the water, and, to her utter surprise, she found she had aged some nine or ten years.
"Aubrey, thank Merlin that I've found you, before they did."
Aubrey jumped in shock and she turned around.
The person standing over her was unclear; they were blurred in such a way that Aubrey could not tell if they were male or female.
Not even their voice betrayed their sex.
All Aubrey could tell is that they were someone she knew and trusted very well.
"I…I didn't think anyone else was alive." Aubrey said, standing and taking the person's hand, shutting her eyes away from the horror and fear of the battlefield.
"Neither did I, but then I saw you…Come, let's go-UGH!"
The person was cut off as an arrow pierced their heart.
"Why use magic when the muggles have created such useful weapons?" A cold voice asked.
She turned to see two people sitting atop horses, their faces and bodies also blurred.
Aubrey gulped, bile rising in her throat.
These were people that she had once loved, but that had betrayed her trust.
That was where she was; the battlefield on which their final battle had taken place.
Both of the people took out their wands and began yelling the killing curse.
For one second, Aubrey saw their faces.
"NOOOO!" She screamed, sitting up in bed.
All the girls in Gryffindor Tower were gathered around her, their eyes wide.
"I'm…I'm sorry. Just a nightmare." Aubrey muttered, pulling the curtains around her bed.
She rolled over and thought with all her might.
But no matter how hard she thought, she couldn't remember what she had screamed about.
Aubrey fell into bed that night, tired from her first day of classes.
Joyelle had taunted her all day, going so far as to set Aubrey scarlet hair on fire.
Despite all Joyelle's difficulties, Aubrey felt drawn to the girl.
She felt a bond between them for some strange reason.
On a happier note, Midas had become a good friend.
He had guided her through the whole day, though Aubrey told herself it was because Whitney was his little sister and not because of an attraction beyond the boundaries of a good friendship.
But still…Aubrey had excepted the fact that she liked Midas a great deal earlier that day.
Unfortunately, practically every other girl at Hogwarts felt that way, even some Sixth and Seventh years.
His most vigorous suitor was none other than Marina Randalls, the cold-eyed Slytherin.
Aubrey had been right when she had thought she'd dislike the girl.
In their first class together, Herbology, Marina had been a "Bloody whore!" as Jessica had put it.
She was icy, rude, insulting and haughty.
She and Aubrey had made instant enemies when Marina had spilled dirt all over Aubrey and refused to clean up or apologize.
The fact that Aubrey had slugged her hadn't helped much either, but after the comment Marina made about her mother…Who could blame her?
Aubrey smiled to herself and burrowed down in her covers.
She would deal with Marina and Midas and Joyelle tomorrow.
***
Aubrey sat up with a start.
She wasn't in her bed at Hogwarts.
In fact, she was nowhere near Hogwarts.
Aubrey's feet looked bloody, but on closer inspection she found that it wasn't her that was bleeding, it was the ground!
After looking around some more, Aubrey found that the ground was not bleeding but soaked in blood!
Horror set in as she looked around her surroundings; a bloody, smelly, death-ridden battlefield.
Aubrey walked around as if in a dream, which she hoped she was in.
She came upon a small pond, which had somehow avoided being clouded by blood and dirt.
Aubrey looked at the water, and, to her utter surprise, she found she had aged some nine or ten years.
"Aubrey, thank Merlin that I've found you, before they did."
Aubrey jumped in shock and she turned around.
The person standing over her was unclear; they were blurred in such a way that Aubrey could not tell if they were male or female.
Not even their voice betrayed their sex.
All Aubrey could tell is that they were someone she knew and trusted very well.
"I…I didn't think anyone else was alive." Aubrey said, standing and taking the person's hand, shutting her eyes away from the horror and fear of the battlefield.
"Neither did I, but then I saw you…Come, let's go-UGH!"
The person was cut off as an arrow pierced their heart.
"Why use magic when the muggles have created such useful weapons?" A cold voice asked.
She turned to see two people sitting atop horses, their faces and bodies also blurred.
Aubrey gulped, bile rising in her throat.
These were people that she had once loved, but that had betrayed her trust.
That was where she was; the battlefield on which their final battle had taken place.
Both of the people took out their wands and began yelling the killing curse.
For one second, Aubrey saw their faces.
"NOOOO!" She screamed, sitting up in bed.
All the girls in Gryffindor Tower were gathered around her, their eyes wide.
"I'm…I'm sorry. Just a nightmare." Aubrey muttered, pulling the curtains around her bed.
She rolled over and thought with all her might.
But no matter how hard she thought, she couldn't remember what she had screamed about.