I Could Die For You

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Prologue



No... no... I can't stand this any longer... don't come near me... I don't want to be with you... damn it... can't you just let me go? No... Please... I beg you... You don't need me... Why can't you just stop this torment... kill me off instead... no... stop torturing them... they haven't done anything to deserve this... they haven't done anything to you so why are you doing this to them? Please... I beg you...

But he was indifferent to her pleas.

She writhed on the ground, her legs and hands bound, tears welling in her eyes as she sought to seek release. But it was an impossible mission; not only were the ropes thick and strong, they were cast by magic to release its hold only when the captor commands it.

Stop it... stop it...

Whispers... words that fell on deaf ears. To her he looked so tall... so imposing. Standing proud amongst the dead bodies... to their left a family of four Muggles were chained to the dungeon walls... all of them screaming and shouting in fear.

Please... You can do it... You don't need the power... You don't need the evil...

He turned... slowly... and she gasped. A long red scar ran across his pale cheek... and in his eyes... cold hatred burnt. Chilled, she closed her eyes...

"Never question what I do," he hissed.

She tensed...

She could hear the shuffle of footsteps... heading away from her.

God, NO, he couldn't do that... they were just innocent people, after all.

A loud clang rang through the caves, and her eyes flew open. He was standing in front of his four victims, his thumb tracing the edge of a dagger he held almost tenderly. The Muggles were cowering; trying to back away from him even though their backs were already pressed up against the damp walls. He laughed... a mirthless, cruel laugh. A laugh solely for his pleasure. He leaned in closer, raised the blade...

NO!!!!!!!!!!



Hermione Granger woke up, gasping for breath, her heart thudding against her chest so rapidly it hurt. She closed her eyes, intending to calm down, but the image from her nightmare flashed across her mind again. No...no... it's just a nightmare, she told herself.

Though...

She knew she couldn't deny herself any longer. Three times, three times in the past four days she had been harshly woken up by the same dream.

What does that mean?

She wanted to seek help; in fact she was going to find Harry and Ron when she realised what they would say if she went to them. God... Hermione, are you okay? You need to go see Madam Pomfrey? I guess it's just too much stress from your homework, isn't it?

But Hermione knew that wasn't the case. She was scared to acknowledge it, but the fact remained that deep in her heart she knew it wasn't just a nightmare. It was a prophecy.

Laying back down, she closed her eyes and tried to think of anything BUT the recurring scene. Tomorrow... tomorrow I'll go to the library...

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