Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, nor do I own Harry Potter.
(J.K Rowling owns them, lucky woman.) I only own my original characters and
my own original plot.
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Chapter 20: The Dream
Jesabelle was allowed to return to her dormitory later that Sunday, allowing her to finish all of her homework and talk and spend time with Draco.
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School started up again and homework was piling even higher these days for the seventh years, considering that their N.E.W.T.s was drawing near.
Jesabelle was in her bedroom, wearing some boxers and a plain white T- shirt, writing some notes in a notebook on her bed from her History of Magic book.
"Honestly." Jesabelle whispered to herself, "That Binns never gives us a day of peace. He's just angry that he couldn't back into his body. Frankly, I think it wouldn't make much of a difference, he's still as boring as a rock." She laughed silently to herself and continued working, later falling asleep.
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Jesabelle was standing in a field, on some sort of hill. Screams filled the air. She was in her Hogwarts uniform, wand in hand. She looked beyond and saw fire in a nearby village, the residents running in different directions, screaming their lungs out.
Jesabelle didn't understand why, but she started running towards the village, convinced that she should help.
She reached the village and was met by a sight. Ministry officials were fighting against some Death Eaters, and were losing terribly. Many of them were already dead or badly wounded, their bodies scattered along the ground. The wooden houses were burning to crisps and mothers, fathers, and children were screaming for loved ones, dead or missing.
She looked around and realized that one of the bodies had red hair; she ran towards it and looked upon the body. Realizing who it was, she screamed. It was Ron.
"Ron!" Jesabelle said, getting on the ground. "Ron!" she screamed again, but it was no use, he was already dead.
A scream erupted from a house behind her and she realized that someone was still inside the house.
"Help me!" the voice screamed. It was a little boy.
Jesabelle rushed into the burning house and fought her way up the stairs, narrowly missing a burning piece of wood that fell from the roof. She ran into the first room of the second floor, coughing and shielding her eyes from the smoke. Seeing the child was not there, she tried the next room, finding a crying bundle in a already slightly burning cradle. She grabbed the bundle and ran down the stairs, the floorboards crumbling behind her.
The door was blocked by burning wood. Jesabelle ran into the living room and jumped through a glass window, landing hard unto the ground outside, the baby crying in her arms.
"Shh." Jesabelle said. "It's all right, I've got you."
Jesabelle lifted off the blanket from the baby's face so it could breathe. She screamed, throwing the baby and pushing herself backward. The baby she was holding in her arms was none other than Voldemort himself.
"Is that any way to treat your leader?" a female voice asked, picking up the child.
Jesabelle looked up to see a woman with jet black hair, a kind face, with brown, almond shaped eyes, wearing black robes.
"Mother?" Jesabelle asked in disbelief.
"Yes, Jesabelle." The woman said.
"Put me down, Gema." The baby Voldemort said.
"Oh course, my Lord." Gema Potter said, placing the baby on the ground.
"Mother, what are you doing?!" Jesabelle screamed, standing up and backing away.
"I am only listening to the orders of the supreme." Gema said.
"What?" Jesabelle whispered as Voldemort returned back to his old form, his snake like eyes glaring at her with sick satisfaction.
"You have been a bad girl, running away Jesabelle." Voldemort said.
"I had to." Jesabelle said.
"I told you that the truth has a way of revealing itself." Voldemort said, pulling on a black robe and taking a step towards her, Gema standing behind him.
"No." Jesabelle said.
"Yes." Voldemort said. "Soon they will know the whole truth, and then you will want to come crawling back to me when they finally turn away from you."
"No!" Jesabelle said again, backing away even further and tripping upon something. She fell backward and looked at the object she tripped over.
"Harry!" Jesabelle screamed shrilly, rushing over to his dead body. "Oh gods!" Jesabelle screamed again, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Harry!"
"That is what will happen Jesabelle." Voldemort said. "By staying with him, you will be offering him to me on a silver platter."
"NO!" Jesabelle screamed.
"Look around you Jesabelle!" Voldemort said, raising his arms and looking around. "By staying safely at Hogwarts, I will only destroy more places, kill more people, so that I will be able to catch you."
"NO! You can't!' Jesabelle screamed. "All those innocent people!"
"Do you think innocence matters to me Jesabelle!" Voldemort said, laughing coldly. "The innocence just adds to the fun of it!"
"You're sick." Jesabelle spat, "SICK!"
"I'm not sick." Voldemort said, "The people around are the ones who are sick."
Jesabelle looked around and saw more dead bodies. But not just any dead bodies. They were the bodies of Luna, Neville, Ginny, Hermione, and Draco.
"NO!" Jesabelle said, running to Draco's body, which was the closest. "No! No! NO! NO! NO!"
"Yes." Voldemort hissed. "Yes, Jesabelle, this is what will happen to them if you will not return to me."
"I will never return to you!" Jesabelle said, getting up. "Never!"
Voldemort smiled evilly and turned away. "Then so be it." He said, walking away, Gema following.
Jesabelle stared after him and her mother. Then she suddenly found her voice.
"Mother!" she called out to Gema's retreating back. "Mother please."
Gema did not look back at her daughter but continued walking behind the Dark Lord.
"Mother please!" Jesabelle screamed. "They're all dead!" she wept. "How could you let this happen?!"
Gema did not even give any faint sign that she had heard her daughter's desperate cries.
Jesabelle cried, screaming at the sky, the screaming of the surrounding people growing steadily louder with each step Gema Potter took, walking away from Jesabelle.
Jesabelle pounded the ground, screaming even louder.
"Hermione! Ron! Ginny! Luna! Neville! Harry! Draco!" she screamed, looking around at the bodies.
"Wake up!" she screamed. "Please!"
She lay down on the ground, her uniform black and dirty, weeping in sad defeat.
"Please," she whispered, closing her eyes, "wake up."
Then suddenly, all sound was muted. She could no longer hear the cries of the village people. She could no longer hear the crackle of the fires that had consumed the houses. Jesabelle slowly opened her eyes and looked up, not seeing the starless night sky, but the ceiling of a building.
She sat up, and realized she was in a Hogwarts corridor. Wondering how she got there, she wiped her tears and pulled herself to her feet.
She looked around, taking everything in. There were no burning houses, there were no screams, and there were no bodies.
She was about to let out a sigh of relief when she saw a figure move in the corner of her eye. She turned around and saw someone wearing a black coat run down the corridor.
"Hey" Jesabelle said, running after the mysterious person. "Wait! Who are you?"
She picked up her speed and finally eluded the person, chasing them into an empty classroom, closing the door behind them. Jesabelle took out her wand and ran burst into the room, just when the mysterious person removed the hood of their cloak.
Jesabelle gasped, it was her mother, standing in front of Nagini, the Dark Lord's basilisk.
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Nagini hissed and advanced toward her, Jesabelle turned to the door and tried the knob, but it was locked. It was at that time when she realized that she did not have her wand.
"Oh no." Jesabelle said, turning towards Nagini.
Before she could formulate a plan, Nagini wrapped its tail around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides, lifting her up about three feet off the ground. Jesabelle struggled.
"Let me go!" she screamed, her feet dangling. "Mother!" she screamed, turning to her mother, who was standing away to the side. "Help me! Please!"
"I'm sorry Jesabelle." Gema said, her voice and face devoid of any emotion. "But I cannot help you. I'm dead, you know that."
"But, but," Jesabelle staggered. "Please, try and do something!"
"There is only one way Jesabelle." Gema said. "Return to the Dark Lord."
"No!" Jesabelle screamed.
"Then this is your fate." Gema said as the room grew dark, fog encircling them. Gema looked at Jesabelle sadly and stepped backward, disappearing into the mist.
"Mother!" Jesabelle screamed, as the basilisk squeezed her tighter, limiting her breathing.
Then a cold laughter rose in the air.
"You cannot run away forever Jesabelle." The cold voice said.
"No Voldemort! No!" Jesabelle screamed, losing air.
"Your past will eventually catch up. And the longer prolong it, the worse that day will be. The farther you run, the more the danger increases for those you care about."
"No." Jesabelle whispered with all her strength, suffocating. Any minute now the basilisk would crush her bones, and she would be dead.
"You cannot fight it anymore. You cannot fight who you are." Voldemort said.
Jesabelle's vision began to blur. No, she couldn't die. Then she heard a voice. A warm voice.
"Jesabelle! Jesabelle! Wake up! I'm here!" the voice said.
"Draco!" she called out feebly, as if expecting he would hear her. "Draco!"
Then she saw flashes of the dead bodies. Their faces, the look of utter terror stretched upon them. The look of death slashed across it. Pretty soon, pretty soon, she would be joining them.
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"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Jesabelle screamed, waking up to find Draco gripping her shoulders tightly.
"Jesabelle!" Draco said, shaking her violently. "It was a dream."
Jesabelle sat up, taking in her surroundings. The desk, the window, the bed, Draco's face. Her things had been placed neatly on her bedside table. Draco was sitting on the edge of her bed.
She was sweating, the impression of fresh tears on her face.
"Jesabelle." Draco whispered. "It was just a nightmare."
"What?" Jesabelle asked, looking at him.
"I heard you screaming." Draco said. "I heard you screaming my name, and all the others' names. I ran in here to find you twitching violently. I was scared."
"It was terrible!" Jesabelle screamed, collapsing in Draco's arms, sobbing violently. "I saw Voldemort, and my mother. But then, but then," she stammered.
"But then?" Draco asked.
"Harry, Hermione, Luna, Neville, Ron, Ginny. Even you Draco! All of you were, were, were, DEAD!" she cried, sobbing harder into his shirt.
Draco's eyes widened slightly in surprise. It must have been quite the nightmare. He ran his hands up and down Jesabelle's back soothingly. They stayed that way for about ten minutes. Then Jesabelle pulled away and sniffed, wiping her nose.
"I haven't had dreams like that for a while." Jesabelle said.
"You've have dreams like this before?" Draco asked, surprised.
"Not exactly, but I always see my mother in them." Jesabelle said, looking away and out the window, into the night. She shivered slightly.
"What else happened in the dream?" Draco asked.
"I saw Voldemort's basilisk. It could have killed me in my dream, but I heard your voice." Jesabelle said, looking at Draco, into his eyes. "Then I woke up."
"So it's like I sort of saved you." Draco said.
Jesabelle nodded.
They stayed like that for a while. Jesabelle then sighed. Draco couldn't stand it any longer. He leaned forward and captured her lips in a kiss. Jesabelle was slightly surprised and sighed as Draco pushed her gently backward, moving on top of her.
Everything was moving so fast that before Jesabelle knew it, Draco was suckling her pulse point, making her release a sound she didn't even know she could make.
"Draco." She whispered, her eyes closed.
Draco smiled and kissed her again on the lips as he reached to remove her shirt. It was then that Jesabelle's eyes snapped open and she stopped his hand, which was already tugging at her shirt.
"I'm sorry." She said, avoiding his gaze. "I can't. I'm not...."
"I know." Draco said, getting off her and laying at her left side. "I'm sorry."
"It's all right." She said, looking at him. She sighed. "I want this, but, I just can't right now."
Draco nodded and Jesabelle turned and laid at her side, turning her back to Draco. Tears began to slide down her face as she remembered the dream. She began to tremble slightly. Draco, seeing this, put a comforting arm around her waist and pulled her to him, kissing her cheek.
"Don't worry love." He said. "It wasn't real. It was just a nightmare. It wasn't real."
Jesabelle closed her eyes and concentrated on the strong arms that held her. She wanted to be lost to his embrace. But no, she couldn't risk it. Not with her dream. What others had to learn about Jesabelle's dreams were that they were somewhat like premonitions. She knew that her dream meant that something was going to happen. Something was going to go terribly wrong. But what? She started to drift to sleep. She just hoped that she wouldn't get tangled in its web, like she did so long ago. Last time she did, she escaped, but, how would escape be easy, when the people she loved and cared about the most were already on the line? How could she lessen the danger that was already approaching?
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Yay! I finished! Woohoo! Yeah, anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please read and review!
Coming up........
Chapter 21: Jesabelle and Draco nearly went through with it. But they didn't. What will they do to ensure that they would never find themselves in the same position again? What did Jesabelle's dream mean? Professor Trelawney makes the dream clear. And her dangers, Jesabelle realizes, are only increasing.
Stay tuned!
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Chapter 20: The Dream
Jesabelle was allowed to return to her dormitory later that Sunday, allowing her to finish all of her homework and talk and spend time with Draco.
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School started up again and homework was piling even higher these days for the seventh years, considering that their N.E.W.T.s was drawing near.
Jesabelle was in her bedroom, wearing some boxers and a plain white T- shirt, writing some notes in a notebook on her bed from her History of Magic book.
"Honestly." Jesabelle whispered to herself, "That Binns never gives us a day of peace. He's just angry that he couldn't back into his body. Frankly, I think it wouldn't make much of a difference, he's still as boring as a rock." She laughed silently to herself and continued working, later falling asleep.
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Jesabelle was standing in a field, on some sort of hill. Screams filled the air. She was in her Hogwarts uniform, wand in hand. She looked beyond and saw fire in a nearby village, the residents running in different directions, screaming their lungs out.
Jesabelle didn't understand why, but she started running towards the village, convinced that she should help.
She reached the village and was met by a sight. Ministry officials were fighting against some Death Eaters, and were losing terribly. Many of them were already dead or badly wounded, their bodies scattered along the ground. The wooden houses were burning to crisps and mothers, fathers, and children were screaming for loved ones, dead or missing.
She looked around and realized that one of the bodies had red hair; she ran towards it and looked upon the body. Realizing who it was, she screamed. It was Ron.
"Ron!" Jesabelle said, getting on the ground. "Ron!" she screamed again, but it was no use, he was already dead.
A scream erupted from a house behind her and she realized that someone was still inside the house.
"Help me!" the voice screamed. It was a little boy.
Jesabelle rushed into the burning house and fought her way up the stairs, narrowly missing a burning piece of wood that fell from the roof. She ran into the first room of the second floor, coughing and shielding her eyes from the smoke. Seeing the child was not there, she tried the next room, finding a crying bundle in a already slightly burning cradle. She grabbed the bundle and ran down the stairs, the floorboards crumbling behind her.
The door was blocked by burning wood. Jesabelle ran into the living room and jumped through a glass window, landing hard unto the ground outside, the baby crying in her arms.
"Shh." Jesabelle said. "It's all right, I've got you."
Jesabelle lifted off the blanket from the baby's face so it could breathe. She screamed, throwing the baby and pushing herself backward. The baby she was holding in her arms was none other than Voldemort himself.
"Is that any way to treat your leader?" a female voice asked, picking up the child.
Jesabelle looked up to see a woman with jet black hair, a kind face, with brown, almond shaped eyes, wearing black robes.
"Mother?" Jesabelle asked in disbelief.
"Yes, Jesabelle." The woman said.
"Put me down, Gema." The baby Voldemort said.
"Oh course, my Lord." Gema Potter said, placing the baby on the ground.
"Mother, what are you doing?!" Jesabelle screamed, standing up and backing away.
"I am only listening to the orders of the supreme." Gema said.
"What?" Jesabelle whispered as Voldemort returned back to his old form, his snake like eyes glaring at her with sick satisfaction.
"You have been a bad girl, running away Jesabelle." Voldemort said.
"I had to." Jesabelle said.
"I told you that the truth has a way of revealing itself." Voldemort said, pulling on a black robe and taking a step towards her, Gema standing behind him.
"No." Jesabelle said.
"Yes." Voldemort said. "Soon they will know the whole truth, and then you will want to come crawling back to me when they finally turn away from you."
"No!" Jesabelle said again, backing away even further and tripping upon something. She fell backward and looked at the object she tripped over.
"Harry!" Jesabelle screamed shrilly, rushing over to his dead body. "Oh gods!" Jesabelle screamed again, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Harry!"
"That is what will happen Jesabelle." Voldemort said. "By staying with him, you will be offering him to me on a silver platter."
"NO!" Jesabelle screamed.
"Look around you Jesabelle!" Voldemort said, raising his arms and looking around. "By staying safely at Hogwarts, I will only destroy more places, kill more people, so that I will be able to catch you."
"NO! You can't!' Jesabelle screamed. "All those innocent people!"
"Do you think innocence matters to me Jesabelle!" Voldemort said, laughing coldly. "The innocence just adds to the fun of it!"
"You're sick." Jesabelle spat, "SICK!"
"I'm not sick." Voldemort said, "The people around are the ones who are sick."
Jesabelle looked around and saw more dead bodies. But not just any dead bodies. They were the bodies of Luna, Neville, Ginny, Hermione, and Draco.
"NO!" Jesabelle said, running to Draco's body, which was the closest. "No! No! NO! NO! NO!"
"Yes." Voldemort hissed. "Yes, Jesabelle, this is what will happen to them if you will not return to me."
"I will never return to you!" Jesabelle said, getting up. "Never!"
Voldemort smiled evilly and turned away. "Then so be it." He said, walking away, Gema following.
Jesabelle stared after him and her mother. Then she suddenly found her voice.
"Mother!" she called out to Gema's retreating back. "Mother please."
Gema did not look back at her daughter but continued walking behind the Dark Lord.
"Mother please!" Jesabelle screamed. "They're all dead!" she wept. "How could you let this happen?!"
Gema did not even give any faint sign that she had heard her daughter's desperate cries.
Jesabelle cried, screaming at the sky, the screaming of the surrounding people growing steadily louder with each step Gema Potter took, walking away from Jesabelle.
Jesabelle pounded the ground, screaming even louder.
"Hermione! Ron! Ginny! Luna! Neville! Harry! Draco!" she screamed, looking around at the bodies.
"Wake up!" she screamed. "Please!"
She lay down on the ground, her uniform black and dirty, weeping in sad defeat.
"Please," she whispered, closing her eyes, "wake up."
Then suddenly, all sound was muted. She could no longer hear the cries of the village people. She could no longer hear the crackle of the fires that had consumed the houses. Jesabelle slowly opened her eyes and looked up, not seeing the starless night sky, but the ceiling of a building.
She sat up, and realized she was in a Hogwarts corridor. Wondering how she got there, she wiped her tears and pulled herself to her feet.
She looked around, taking everything in. There were no burning houses, there were no screams, and there were no bodies.
She was about to let out a sigh of relief when she saw a figure move in the corner of her eye. She turned around and saw someone wearing a black coat run down the corridor.
"Hey" Jesabelle said, running after the mysterious person. "Wait! Who are you?"
She picked up her speed and finally eluded the person, chasing them into an empty classroom, closing the door behind them. Jesabelle took out her wand and ran burst into the room, just when the mysterious person removed the hood of their cloak.
Jesabelle gasped, it was her mother, standing in front of Nagini, the Dark Lord's basilisk.
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Nagini hissed and advanced toward her, Jesabelle turned to the door and tried the knob, but it was locked. It was at that time when she realized that she did not have her wand.
"Oh no." Jesabelle said, turning towards Nagini.
Before she could formulate a plan, Nagini wrapped its tail around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides, lifting her up about three feet off the ground. Jesabelle struggled.
"Let me go!" she screamed, her feet dangling. "Mother!" she screamed, turning to her mother, who was standing away to the side. "Help me! Please!"
"I'm sorry Jesabelle." Gema said, her voice and face devoid of any emotion. "But I cannot help you. I'm dead, you know that."
"But, but," Jesabelle staggered. "Please, try and do something!"
"There is only one way Jesabelle." Gema said. "Return to the Dark Lord."
"No!" Jesabelle screamed.
"Then this is your fate." Gema said as the room grew dark, fog encircling them. Gema looked at Jesabelle sadly and stepped backward, disappearing into the mist.
"Mother!" Jesabelle screamed, as the basilisk squeezed her tighter, limiting her breathing.
Then a cold laughter rose in the air.
"You cannot run away forever Jesabelle." The cold voice said.
"No Voldemort! No!" Jesabelle screamed, losing air.
"Your past will eventually catch up. And the longer prolong it, the worse that day will be. The farther you run, the more the danger increases for those you care about."
"No." Jesabelle whispered with all her strength, suffocating. Any minute now the basilisk would crush her bones, and she would be dead.
"You cannot fight it anymore. You cannot fight who you are." Voldemort said.
Jesabelle's vision began to blur. No, she couldn't die. Then she heard a voice. A warm voice.
"Jesabelle! Jesabelle! Wake up! I'm here!" the voice said.
"Draco!" she called out feebly, as if expecting he would hear her. "Draco!"
Then she saw flashes of the dead bodies. Their faces, the look of utter terror stretched upon them. The look of death slashed across it. Pretty soon, pretty soon, she would be joining them.
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"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Jesabelle screamed, waking up to find Draco gripping her shoulders tightly.
"Jesabelle!" Draco said, shaking her violently. "It was a dream."
Jesabelle sat up, taking in her surroundings. The desk, the window, the bed, Draco's face. Her things had been placed neatly on her bedside table. Draco was sitting on the edge of her bed.
She was sweating, the impression of fresh tears on her face.
"Jesabelle." Draco whispered. "It was just a nightmare."
"What?" Jesabelle asked, looking at him.
"I heard you screaming." Draco said. "I heard you screaming my name, and all the others' names. I ran in here to find you twitching violently. I was scared."
"It was terrible!" Jesabelle screamed, collapsing in Draco's arms, sobbing violently. "I saw Voldemort, and my mother. But then, but then," she stammered.
"But then?" Draco asked.
"Harry, Hermione, Luna, Neville, Ron, Ginny. Even you Draco! All of you were, were, were, DEAD!" she cried, sobbing harder into his shirt.
Draco's eyes widened slightly in surprise. It must have been quite the nightmare. He ran his hands up and down Jesabelle's back soothingly. They stayed that way for about ten minutes. Then Jesabelle pulled away and sniffed, wiping her nose.
"I haven't had dreams like that for a while." Jesabelle said.
"You've have dreams like this before?" Draco asked, surprised.
"Not exactly, but I always see my mother in them." Jesabelle said, looking away and out the window, into the night. She shivered slightly.
"What else happened in the dream?" Draco asked.
"I saw Voldemort's basilisk. It could have killed me in my dream, but I heard your voice." Jesabelle said, looking at Draco, into his eyes. "Then I woke up."
"So it's like I sort of saved you." Draco said.
Jesabelle nodded.
They stayed like that for a while. Jesabelle then sighed. Draco couldn't stand it any longer. He leaned forward and captured her lips in a kiss. Jesabelle was slightly surprised and sighed as Draco pushed her gently backward, moving on top of her.
Everything was moving so fast that before Jesabelle knew it, Draco was suckling her pulse point, making her release a sound she didn't even know she could make.
"Draco." She whispered, her eyes closed.
Draco smiled and kissed her again on the lips as he reached to remove her shirt. It was then that Jesabelle's eyes snapped open and she stopped his hand, which was already tugging at her shirt.
"I'm sorry." She said, avoiding his gaze. "I can't. I'm not...."
"I know." Draco said, getting off her and laying at her left side. "I'm sorry."
"It's all right." She said, looking at him. She sighed. "I want this, but, I just can't right now."
Draco nodded and Jesabelle turned and laid at her side, turning her back to Draco. Tears began to slide down her face as she remembered the dream. She began to tremble slightly. Draco, seeing this, put a comforting arm around her waist and pulled her to him, kissing her cheek.
"Don't worry love." He said. "It wasn't real. It was just a nightmare. It wasn't real."
Jesabelle closed her eyes and concentrated on the strong arms that held her. She wanted to be lost to his embrace. But no, she couldn't risk it. Not with her dream. What others had to learn about Jesabelle's dreams were that they were somewhat like premonitions. She knew that her dream meant that something was going to happen. Something was going to go terribly wrong. But what? She started to drift to sleep. She just hoped that she wouldn't get tangled in its web, like she did so long ago. Last time she did, she escaped, but, how would escape be easy, when the people she loved and cared about the most were already on the line? How could she lessen the danger that was already approaching?
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Yay! I finished! Woohoo! Yeah, anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please read and review!
Coming up........
Chapter 21: Jesabelle and Draco nearly went through with it. But they didn't. What will they do to ensure that they would never find themselves in the same position again? What did Jesabelle's dream mean? Professor Trelawney makes the dream clear. And her dangers, Jesabelle realizes, are only increasing.
Stay tuned!
