Chapter .5. Trauma at teatime.

Dumbledore tapped a glass with his fork and the room fell silent. All heads turned. Everyone fell silent when the head was about to speak. He slowly stood up; suspension clung to the air. "I have a few announcements to make." boomed Dumbledore's voice. It filled the whole room, bouncing off the walls. "To all first years, welcome. As always the forbidden forest is.well.forbidden! So is the East tower due to construction work." ("And because of the moaning!" whispered Ron. Eldinwen, Raene and Legolas all stared at him, blank expressions on their faces.) ".Anyone caught breaking these rules and others will be reported to me or a member of staff. Well.that's all I have to say. Enjoy the feast!" He clapped and platters of food appeared on the tables. Everyone began to tuck in.

"Moaning?" questioned Hermione, after they all had filled their plates with food, "What moaning?" "Fred heard one of the teachers talking about moaning in the East tower, something about it being haunted. Or someone being tortured!" "Whooo.scary!" exclaimed Raene, brandishing a chicken leg. "That didn't happen last year did it?" "No." "It's probably one of Peeves' pranks gone to far." "Could he think of anything like that?" "Probably!" Raene took a bite out of her Chicken leg, "Or maybe someone told him to do it." She gestured over to the twins with a nod. Fred frowned. "Don't look at us, we didn't do anything!" "How do we know you're not." Raene was cut off by a low moan. Everyone went silent. The moan was followed by a blood-curdling scream. Then it fell silent. Everyone went ballistic. Only Dumbledore's voice calmed them down. "Everyone stay calm. There is nothing to panic over. Now I believe it is time for bed. Prefects." The prefects got up and their houses followed them to their dormitories, making sure they stayed close.

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Eldinwen couldn't sleep; She lay there, listening for the distant moaning. It brought up a distant Memory, Of the last time she attended Hogwarts. Raene rolled over in her sleep and sighed. She had been involved too. The battle between good and evil. Elf vs. Vampyr. Seregwen had escaped, for the moment. But at the cost of losing someone she held dear. Kementhalion, her fathers most trusted warrior. Seregwen had taken him. That's what the moan had reminded her of. She climbed out of bed and wandered over to the window over looking the school grounds. Fëa cooed gently and she stroked his head, deep in her memories. Kementhalion, Strong Earth. His name said it all. He was strong and not afraid of anything. An elf with dreams. Dreams that went too far. Now she was left feeling alone and defenceless. Her rock was gone.

When Eldinwen finally got to sleep, she dreamed about him. Their last moments together. His red hair, like fire, his green eyes, like hers, lost in a sea of thought.