The ground was a cold wet cobblestone. A Street she had never seen before,
or maybe she had, but the darkness was obscuring her vision. There was also
fog, a thick fog that hovered a few feet off the ground and rain, a hard
rain. But it wasn't cold it was warm. Warm like a summer nights rain,
perhaps that's where the fog came from rain hitting the siring hot
cobblestone. As she looked down at herself she raised an eyebrow seeing
that she was wearing her favorite jeans and a light purple shirt, soaking
wet of course. She just couldn't figure out where she was, why wasn't she
wearing her school robes? And where in the world were her shoes? She looked
down at her bare feet then a few yards away she saw her purple thong flip-
flops. This was all too weird.
She tried to sit up, but as she did she felt a white hot pain in her chest. Grabbing it she coughed into her hand, looking back down at the ground still clutching her chest she noticed a red substance around her being washed away by the rain. Looking at the hand she had coughed into she gasped seeing she had coughed up blood. Panicking she looked down at her chest, she was bleeding... a great deal. Tears started welling up her eyes reality now sinking in. She was alone, on a street, lost, and bleeding to death.
As she lay there crying, and slowly dying she cried out for someone...anyone. There had to be someone out there, somewhere. Finally yielding to the pain she lay down and curled up as the rain washed away her tears and blood, her thoughts slowing. Realizing she was going to die she cried harder, she found herself thinking of her father. She wondered how he had died, she wondered if her mother would care if she were dead... and her sister, what would her sister do without her. Since her fathers death her mother had never given her two daughters much attention. It was up to the eldest of the two, the one who lay dying, to care for the younger of the two.
She then thought of her friends, why weren't they with her? Where were they? Wasn't she still in school, and if she was where was she now? And why was she there? A million questions swirled around in her mind, coughing up more blood she looked up at the sky for her last time to see a tall shadow descending upon her. The outline of a young man crouched over her.
"Lila! LILA!" He shouted gently shaking her; the figure's emerald green eyes sparkled with tears.
"Its too late Harry," Lila coughed up blood, just lying there she couldn't believe that it was going to end this way...
"Harry?" A familiar voice said as the owner of it shook Lila awake. "Bad dream?" Hermione asked raising a brow. "And what's this about Harry?"
"What?!" Lila sat up so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash. "I'm not dead?" She blurted hysterically.
"Dead?" Hermione asked puzzled.
"Yeah I was alone in the street dying and... and... I'm alive!" She threw her hands around Hermione and fought back tears. The dream she had was so real, but it was just a nightmare, a silly nightmare.
"Yes you are..." Hermione said slowly, "Erm, you were thrashing around in your sleep and making crying sounds, I thought I'd come wake you up. Breakfast is nearly over anyway."
"Oh, right!" She said letting go of Hermione and hopping out of bed.
"What d'you figure is taking them so long? I mean I know girls take forever but this is ridiculous!" Ron said checking his watch. "We're going to miss breakfast."
"Maybe one of them's not feeling good?" Harry said hoping it wasn't Lila who was taking so long; he hoped she wasn't too embarrassed to see him after last night. The last thing he needed was two weirded out girls.
Hermione soon appeared at the bottom of the steps followed by a visibly shaken Lila; Ron gave her an odd look but didn't question it. He was about to miss his breakfast. Ron lead the way down to the Great Hall, Harry walked by Lila, he wanted to know what was wrong but didn't know how to ask without sounding to forward.
Finally giving up on trying to ask her without sounding overly nosey he just blurted, "What's wrong?"
"Bad nightmare," She said truthfully and took a seat by Ginny Weasley at the Gryffindor Table.
"Oh?" Harry said shrugging it off. Maybe she was telling him the truth.
She tried to sit up, but as she did she felt a white hot pain in her chest. Grabbing it she coughed into her hand, looking back down at the ground still clutching her chest she noticed a red substance around her being washed away by the rain. Looking at the hand she had coughed into she gasped seeing she had coughed up blood. Panicking she looked down at her chest, she was bleeding... a great deal. Tears started welling up her eyes reality now sinking in. She was alone, on a street, lost, and bleeding to death.
As she lay there crying, and slowly dying she cried out for someone...anyone. There had to be someone out there, somewhere. Finally yielding to the pain she lay down and curled up as the rain washed away her tears and blood, her thoughts slowing. Realizing she was going to die she cried harder, she found herself thinking of her father. She wondered how he had died, she wondered if her mother would care if she were dead... and her sister, what would her sister do without her. Since her fathers death her mother had never given her two daughters much attention. It was up to the eldest of the two, the one who lay dying, to care for the younger of the two.
She then thought of her friends, why weren't they with her? Where were they? Wasn't she still in school, and if she was where was she now? And why was she there? A million questions swirled around in her mind, coughing up more blood she looked up at the sky for her last time to see a tall shadow descending upon her. The outline of a young man crouched over her.
"Lila! LILA!" He shouted gently shaking her; the figure's emerald green eyes sparkled with tears.
"Its too late Harry," Lila coughed up blood, just lying there she couldn't believe that it was going to end this way...
"Harry?" A familiar voice said as the owner of it shook Lila awake. "Bad dream?" Hermione asked raising a brow. "And what's this about Harry?"
"What?!" Lila sat up so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash. "I'm not dead?" She blurted hysterically.
"Dead?" Hermione asked puzzled.
"Yeah I was alone in the street dying and... and... I'm alive!" She threw her hands around Hermione and fought back tears. The dream she had was so real, but it was just a nightmare, a silly nightmare.
"Yes you are..." Hermione said slowly, "Erm, you were thrashing around in your sleep and making crying sounds, I thought I'd come wake you up. Breakfast is nearly over anyway."
"Oh, right!" She said letting go of Hermione and hopping out of bed.
"What d'you figure is taking them so long? I mean I know girls take forever but this is ridiculous!" Ron said checking his watch. "We're going to miss breakfast."
"Maybe one of them's not feeling good?" Harry said hoping it wasn't Lila who was taking so long; he hoped she wasn't too embarrassed to see him after last night. The last thing he needed was two weirded out girls.
Hermione soon appeared at the bottom of the steps followed by a visibly shaken Lila; Ron gave her an odd look but didn't question it. He was about to miss his breakfast. Ron lead the way down to the Great Hall, Harry walked by Lila, he wanted to know what was wrong but didn't know how to ask without sounding to forward.
Finally giving up on trying to ask her without sounding overly nosey he just blurted, "What's wrong?"
"Bad nightmare," She said truthfully and took a seat by Ginny Weasley at the Gryffindor Table.
"Oh?" Harry said shrugging it off. Maybe she was telling him the truth.