To everyone who has read this story already, Im just posting it over again,
because no one reviewed last time, so im gonna post it again, and remove my
other story. Just sayin this so you wont get confused.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story that you recognize from the Harry Potter series. I do own, however, Lily and Emily and all the professors at Salem Academy. AN: In this story, the Lily in it is not Harry's mother. I repeat, is NOT Harry's mother! Nor, does she have any blood relation to the Potter's. I just really like the name. :)
Lily woke up with a start. She just had one of her 'oh so familiar' nightmares again. This time though, it seemed more real than it had ever been. A boy, who seemed around her age, was in trouble; or so she had thought. He was sitting in a cold, dingy room, a dungeon by the looks of it. Lily had walked around the room. She would always take the same path in her dreams. She couldn't control which way, or how fast she moved. As she took the same, familiar path around the perimeter of the room, she had suddenly become aware of the awful stench that filled it. Then, a cold dampness surrounded her body.
"That's odd," she had thought, "I've never been able to feel or smell anything before."
When Lily had looked up, she realized the boy had been staring at her. His eyes were wide, and his mouth hung open in disbelief. They shared what seemed to be a moment of silence before the boy started yelling at her. Or was he? Lily could not hear anything that was coming from his mouth; he was making no sound.
"What is he doing?"
Just then, the door behind the boy had cracked open and one, reddish-brown hand slipped out from it. She noticed it had incredibly long fingers and what looked like greenish pointed fingernails. A tremendous fear had swept over her. She stepped backwards swiftly. She felt her back hit the cold dungeon wall. She could go no further. Lily had looked at the boy. He had stopped yelling and was just staring at her. His eyes were pleading for help, pleading for her to do something.
"But what?" She had thought.
Every now and then, the boy would wince, as if something was causing him a great deal of pain. She watched as the door opened slightly wider and she had begun to panic. She had felt herself scream, but she couldn't hear it. All she had wanted to do was wake up. Wake up from this horrible dream, this.......nightmare! Lily had concentrated all her energy on waking.
"It's never gone this far before! What is that noise? Oh, its hurting my ears! Please wake up! Make it stop! Wake up!" She had pleaded with herself, "Please, Lily, wake up!"
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Lily was sitting bolt upright in bed. She was soaked in a cold sweat.
"What was that?" she thought to herself after re-living the dream in her mind, "My dreams have never been like that before. It's almost as if it were...real. NO! It can't be real!" Lily argued, "It was just a nightmare, just like all the other ones, nothing different."
Just then, Lily noticed her friend sitting up in bed as well, looking pale in the moonlight. Her friend was looking at her with concern.
"I'm all right, Emily," Lily lied, "It was just a nightmare." "You're sure?" Emily looked at Lily anxiously; she didn't believe that she was all right.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just go back to sleep. I'll tell you about it in the morning." Emily shot her a disapproving look, but tried to go back to sleep just the same.
Lily lay back down, trying to think of something else, anything so that the dream wouldn't come back. Finally, she slowly drifted off into a thankfully dreamless sleep.
AN: sorry this chapter is so short. I just wanted to get a bit of my story out there. This is my first fic and I hope you all like it. pleez R/R!! Caitie (Celebrian)-elvish name! P.S.- I accept any reviews, even flames...so feel free. And another thing-I didn't get any reviews last time I posted this story, so if you want updates, you're gonna hafta review. All I need to post the next chapter is one review. Thanks all!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story that you recognize from the Harry Potter series. I do own, however, Lily and Emily and all the professors at Salem Academy. AN: In this story, the Lily in it is not Harry's mother. I repeat, is NOT Harry's mother! Nor, does she have any blood relation to the Potter's. I just really like the name. :)
Lily woke up with a start. She just had one of her 'oh so familiar' nightmares again. This time though, it seemed more real than it had ever been. A boy, who seemed around her age, was in trouble; or so she had thought. He was sitting in a cold, dingy room, a dungeon by the looks of it. Lily had walked around the room. She would always take the same path in her dreams. She couldn't control which way, or how fast she moved. As she took the same, familiar path around the perimeter of the room, she had suddenly become aware of the awful stench that filled it. Then, a cold dampness surrounded her body.
"That's odd," she had thought, "I've never been able to feel or smell anything before."
When Lily had looked up, she realized the boy had been staring at her. His eyes were wide, and his mouth hung open in disbelief. They shared what seemed to be a moment of silence before the boy started yelling at her. Or was he? Lily could not hear anything that was coming from his mouth; he was making no sound.
"What is he doing?"
Just then, the door behind the boy had cracked open and one, reddish-brown hand slipped out from it. She noticed it had incredibly long fingers and what looked like greenish pointed fingernails. A tremendous fear had swept over her. She stepped backwards swiftly. She felt her back hit the cold dungeon wall. She could go no further. Lily had looked at the boy. He had stopped yelling and was just staring at her. His eyes were pleading for help, pleading for her to do something.
"But what?" She had thought.
Every now and then, the boy would wince, as if something was causing him a great deal of pain. She watched as the door opened slightly wider and she had begun to panic. She had felt herself scream, but she couldn't hear it. All she had wanted to do was wake up. Wake up from this horrible dream, this.......nightmare! Lily had concentrated all her energy on waking.
"It's never gone this far before! What is that noise? Oh, its hurting my ears! Please wake up! Make it stop! Wake up!" She had pleaded with herself, "Please, Lily, wake up!"
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Lily was sitting bolt upright in bed. She was soaked in a cold sweat.
"What was that?" she thought to herself after re-living the dream in her mind, "My dreams have never been like that before. It's almost as if it were...real. NO! It can't be real!" Lily argued, "It was just a nightmare, just like all the other ones, nothing different."
Just then, Lily noticed her friend sitting up in bed as well, looking pale in the moonlight. Her friend was looking at her with concern.
"I'm all right, Emily," Lily lied, "It was just a nightmare." "You're sure?" Emily looked at Lily anxiously; she didn't believe that she was all right.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just go back to sleep. I'll tell you about it in the morning." Emily shot her a disapproving look, but tried to go back to sleep just the same.
Lily lay back down, trying to think of something else, anything so that the dream wouldn't come back. Finally, she slowly drifted off into a thankfully dreamless sleep.
AN: sorry this chapter is so short. I just wanted to get a bit of my story out there. This is my first fic and I hope you all like it. pleez R/R!! Caitie (Celebrian)-elvish name! P.S.- I accept any reviews, even flames...so feel free. And another thing-I didn't get any reviews last time I posted this story, so if you want updates, you're gonna hafta review. All I need to post the next chapter is one review. Thanks all!