Disclaimer: Of course I own Harry Potter & Co. I have every one of the books right over there on my bookshelf. Oh. You mean the RIGHTS to Harry Potter & Co. Crap. I thought I had you there. Nope, not mine. But the words below are. Yeah. So back off. JKR can hardly own something that I write. Yeah.

A Vision in a Dream

********** "Avery!"

"Yes, Master?"

"I will deal with this new one myself."

"Yes, Master."

A terrified woman clutching a bundle to her chest was dragged forward.

"Revealis." The woman's clothes disappeared.

"Inflamore." Burns appeared across the woman's chest.

"Deletro." A gaping hole appeared in the woman's abdomen.

"Corrus." The woman's skin began to blister and peal, corroding away as if by acid.

"You see, my Deatheaters, creativity is useful when playing with muggles. Even most simple spells - say, 'Jenatus,' the vibrating charm - can be used. Watch." The man pointed his wand at the woman's head.

"Jenatus." The woman's head bounced itself violently up and down, crashing against the rocks beneath her.

"You see? And there are even more possibilities. Now think of what the spell would do when cast on nearby broken glass. Then again, I always did like the tried and true."

"Crucio." The woman fell, screaming in agony.

She wasn't conscious to see her baby fall from her grasp and break it's head on the nearby rocks, or hear the man's high pitched laugh as he instructed his cronies. But someone else was.

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Far away on Privet Drive, Harry Potter shared the woman's pain. He felt every curse cast by the man, Voldemort, but he was denied blissful unconsciousness. Harry shed tears for the woman and her child.

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Alrightythen, tell me if you like it. ~knot2be