Title: Dreams Kill

Author: Fallen Angel of Hell

Rating: PG-13

Coupling: Draco and Hermione

Disclaimer: If I owned this why would I be here?

Original Characters: Anya Turner and Destiny Nickson

Summary: All hell seems to break loose when Dudley admits what he relived when the dementors attacked Harry. OotP spoilers.

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Sunnflower- Hey long time no review. Oh well. No, 'The Crow' is a movie made back in the mid-90s with Brandon Lee (it was his last movie, he actually died in one of the stunts). It's an awesome romance and action movie since it's about this couple who are brutally murdered and the guy comes back to avenge his fiancée and his deaths. It's one of my favorite movies so I suggest renting it.

XxXtAP-daNCing-sPIdeRsXxX- Not many are complaining really. This is a little confusing, but the last two that I wrote were an absolute bitch to understand. We'll actually I don't know how this idea came to me, but I figured that Harry Potter was naturally a dark storyline anyhow so I'd make it a little darker. Not everything I write is all peachy keen. I guess the idea hit me out of the blue because I hadn't written anything worthwhile in a long while and figured that it was about time. Damn creative energies.

Queen of the Elven City- And I thank you for every ounce of work you put out.

SS-Mars- I guess they are. Only one of them really freaked me out because it had been a dream I had really had in the past.

Ch. 7 Moving on among the shadows

"Victims; aren't we all?" Eric Draven 'The Crow'

Three nights had passed before Malfoy was allowed to return to his bed in Gryffindor tower. He refused to discuss his dreams with anyone unless the person was Anya.

The supply of Dreamless Sleep Potion seemed to be a popular item among the small group. Hermione had even moved into a bed of the boys dormitories because now she was scared of going to bed and waking up to find one of her friends dead in their bed of mysterious causes.

On a grey Thursday morning Hermione set off to have a word with the Professor of dreams. She had been sleeping well considering that no more dreams haunted her. Arriving at the large door leading to where Anya worked Hermione raised her arm to knock, but paused when she heard voices.

"What do you expect me to do Severus?" Anya snapped. "They're kids! Do you expect me to just go up and tell them that they have this gift?"

"They have a gift that could kill them Anya," he snarled. "Do you really want to see innocent lives go under because you don't want to tell them?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Didn't you say your sister had the gift? To see other people die wasn't it?"

A very loud slap was heard and Hermione closed her eyes. She hoped that it had come from Anya's end of the table and not Snape's.

"Don't you talk about Destiny," she said evilly, "the only death she didn't see coming was her own and at times I wish that she had."

"Did you tell her that she had it?"

"Yes! I did, how the hell else do you think that she saw how her mom was killed?" There was a sound of glass shattering. "I don't have to hear this from you Severus. I really don't."

Footsteps were heard and that signaled Hermione that it was time to hide. If Anya came out and saw her she would know that Hermione had been just outside the door listening. The only place to hide seemed to be an old tapestry. She had just barely hidden behind it when the door to Anya's room slammed open and the tall, short haired brunette, dressed in a tight red t- shirt and black capri's walked out, her three and a half inch heels tapping across the flagstones. Snape appeared in the doorway.

"You have no idea how much of a bastard you are Severus!" She snapped while walking.

"Well I have heard a few rumors," he said sarcastically.

"Screw you!" She spat.

"You already have," he said going the opposite direction of Anya.

Hermione gasped at the last statement. The thought of someone as beautiful as Anya sleeping with an old bat like Snape was positively revolting. Even picturing him in that sort of state was disgusting. Almost positive that both Anya and Snape were gone Hermione came out from behind the tapestry and took off at a dead run for Gryffindor tower. There was a lot to tell the others.

Rushing through the castle not even thinking of where she was going Hermione ran into an empty room. There in the middle of the room was a ghost. A ghost that she had never seen before dressed in a uniform and a black coat. There were dark areas on her throat and silvery blood on her front.

"Hello," the ghost said her voice echoing. "Who are you?"

"H-hermione," Hermione said shakily. "W-who are you?"

"I'm Destiny," the ghost answered turning around quickly as if she had heard something. "I have to go now!"

Her voiced echoed with intense fear and she disappeared. For the very first time Hermione felt afraid of ghosts. She had seen them since she was a little girl which was probably the reason as to how she had gotten into Hogwarts. Turning on heal Hermione ran out at a dead run.

This time her feet carried her to the right place and she rushed inside mentioning the password to the fat lady as she prepared to enter. Once she was in the faces of Malfoy and Harry turned to see her.

"There you are," Harry said. "Where did you go?"

"To see Anya," she answered allowing her demeanor to go up to the level of sarcasm.

"Why?" Malfoy questioned.

"Well I wanted to talk about my dream a little bit, you know the one where you strangled me," Draco nodded to Hermione's statement. "By the way did you really strangle me?"

"What?" Mafoy said defensivly. "Why would you say that?"

"Because there were marks on my throat," she said wiping away some of the makeup, "someone or something tried to kill me."

"What did you say Weasel said when he woke up from that nightmare?" Mafoy questioned.

Harry thought for a minute and looked at Hermione.

"Someone tried to drown him," he said.

"Don't you find it odd that Anya's sister was named Destiny and out of the blue Ron is having dreams about her?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah it is," Draco said. "I'll tell you two now that little miss Destiny was no angel though. She was a murderer herself."

"You knew her?"

"Nope, I knew Anya," he said, "the police never could figure out his murder so his parents buried him. Anya connected her sister automatically."

At that point there was no use in telling anyone what she had overheard. She wasn't even sure they would buy the story and she didn't even know if Anya and Snape had really been talking about them though deep down she knew they were.

:That night:

Darkness quickly passed over Hogwarts shadowing the grounds in a blanket of total black. Somewhere in the castle Snape was pouring over a book he had taken from Anya, but in Gryffindor tower Harry was tossing and turning.

:Dream:

"Harry Potter you are a lazy little snipe," spat Hermione.

"No I'm not!" Harry argued. "I've done all my work and right now I just want to have some relaxation time."

Hermione threw up her hands and left giving up her argument. Laying back Harry fell into the pillows and fell straight to sleep.

Not thirty minutes later did the scene change and Harry was staring into the crib of a baby. A little girl, not more than six or seven months slept soundly on her back with a single blanket covering her tiny body. For several minutes he admired her when he felt something slip by him. Something ice cold.

He looked over and saw the profile of a transparent figure of a woman holding a pillow. For a minute the woman simply lingered staring at the baby with admiration.

"I'm sorry Anya," she said maliciously, "but little Maia has got to go."

At that she placed the pillow tightly over the baby's face. Instantly she awoke and began to cry though it was muffled by the material being held over her face. Harry made the move to stop her, but found that he couldn't move. He was helpless to stop the woman from strangling the tiny girl named Maia.

Several minutes dragged on and Harry watched helplessly as Maia struggled against the pillow. Her little arms and legs suddenly went riged and the muffled cries died down. Soon her chest quit raising from the struggle to breathe. The woman lifted up the pillow and examined her work.

Maia was blue from the lack of oxygen and there were tears that had dried to her flesh. She was dead from suffocation.

"Poor little baby," the woman said setting the pillow on the rocking chair. "Anya will be so grief stricken she'll kill herself."

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but found himself at a loss for words. After all he had just witnessed one of the worst things of life and that was the death of a baby. Finally able move he turned his head to see the face of Maia's murderer.

He was shocked to see the familiar face that he had seen in a photo.

:Waking:

Harry sat up quickly and saw the faces of Malfoy, Ron, and Hermione. They each looked puzzled though Harry could swear that Malfoy's face was mixed with the face that said he was going to use this as blackmail. He held his hand over his scar that was burning so badly he would have thought that Voldemort had caused the pain.

"I'm going to talk to Anya," he said. Ron moved out of his way.

It didn't take long for Harry to find her. After all he had met her once on the same balcony. She looked so lost in her thoughts.

"Anya," he said gently trying not to alarm her. She turned her head.

"How did your husband die?" he asked not wanting to rush straight into the subject of his dream.

"He died in his sleep, a pillow had suffocated him," she said softly, "why?"

"Just asking," he said walking over to the balcony wall. "So is it true that if you die in your sleep that you can die in the real world."

"It's possible," she said. "There have been people that subjected themselves to dream studies. We lost twenty and when they died they all died in their sleep. The other Healers and I noticed that there were unusual dream waves like the kind you see caused by nightmares."

"So if Hermione and I hadn't saved Ron and Malfoy then they would have died?"

"Perhaps," she said, "your friend would have been a higher risk because he had been drinking, but as for Draco there's no way of actually knowing."

Harry nodded. This dream didn't sound like any of the others, not that he knew all the details.

"When we woke Ron up he said that somebody tried to drown him," he said. "Hermione had one of those dreams too, but in hers Malfoy strangled her and when she woke up there were bruises around her neck. I've seen them."

Anya's eyes bore into Harry searching for some sign of a lie. Unlike Ron and Malfoy, Hermione hadn't told her anything about her dreams.

"Is there anything else?" she asked slightly concerned.

"Ron also asked when he woke up where Destiny was," he paused, "that she tried to drown him."

Anger crossed Anya's eyes. If what Harry was saying was supposed to be a joke, it hadn't been funny at all. Destiny was all that she had left of her family when her mother died.

"That's not funny Harry," she said coldly.

"I'm not kidding," he said. Anya grabbed his arm.

"Go!" she said her voice filled with hurt. "Don't speak to me!"

"I need to know one more thing!" He said.

"No!" she barked almost reminding Harry of Sirius.

"No I have to know the name of your baby," he said, "your daughter! She was murdered Anya!"

The grip on his arm loosened and finally released.

"Maia," she said, "what do you mean she was murdered?"

(TBC)

OK sorry for the cliffhanger, but I think that it is much needed. I'm finally getting this up about two hours later than it was due. In case you hadn't noticed I update about every two days sometimes one. There's only a few chapters left now and I hope to have many reviews for them. Flames are laughed at because they are dressed in the trash that you find at Victoria's Secret, constructive critism is okay just as long as it is constructive, and all good reviews will be kept under my pillow for comfort.

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