The classroom wasn't completely dark, but Amaya couldn't make out the
images around her. Some lights flickered here and there, bright, colorful
lights. Amaya, dazed and confused, scanned the room frantically but only
saw chairs and desks.
"What the hell?" she thought, still scanning the room.
Turning around, she came face to face with another person. It was a male, she noted. He was a few inches taller than she, and appeared to have a lot of hair. The lights revealed glasses, but nothing more. His mouth was moving. Was he trying to talk to her? The lights reflected off his glasses, who was this person? What did he want with her?
Amaya felt her own mouth moving. But she didn't hear anything.
"What's going on?" Amaya thought, more dazed and confused. Here she was, her mouth holding a conversation with some stranger in a dark room.
Whatever she said, the man across from her reacted. Taking a step back, he reached for his wand, and spoke to her. Amaya felt herself reaching up her sleeve for her wand.
"Why can't I control myself?" Amaya thought, she was getting frantic. The lights began to flicker faster, faster still.
Amaya felt her mouth move again, there was a flash of green from the tip of her wand. The man accross from her fell backwards, crashed onto the floor, and did not move. Stunned at what had happened, she made her way to the man on the floor. She bent down, and pressed her first and second finger against his neck. There was no pulse.The lights flickered even faster, almost producing a constant beam of light. That's when she noticed who was on the floor.
She stumbled backwards, staring at the body. The lights still going, faster and faster still. She didn't know what to do. She went back to the body on the floor, she had to make sure. Standing there, the lights flickering still growing, then stopped. She stood in complete darkness, breathing hard, still sensing the body infront of her. Then the lights turned on. That's when it struck her. She had just killed Harry Potter.
Amaya's eyes opened wide, she quickly sat up. Covered in sweat and breathing hard, she glanced around her. There were no blinking lights, and no dead bodies. The only other presense she could sense came from the other girls in the room, whom were all sleeping. Amaya fell back into her bed.
"Dream, nightmare, or preminition..." she whispered to herself, "Dream. That's all. Just a dream. It wasn't real, none of it was. I am safe, in my bed, at Hogwarts. I have been here all night. Harry has been in his room all night. I never left this bed, nor this room. It was just a dream. It was just a dream. It... was... just... a... dream..."
She placed her hands over her eyes, repeated this to herself, and dozed off sometime later.
Amaya was awakened by Hermione the next morning.
"Breakfast in twenty," she said. "You look like hell. Had a bad night?"
Amaya grunted in response and rolled out of bed onto the floor, last night's episode still vivid in her mind. Hermione walked out the room and closed the door behind her.
Amaya was by herself.
She crawled over to her trunk resting at the foot of her bed. She flipped open the locks and opened it. Reaching into the lid of the trunk, she opened another lock, and the inside of the lid fell down- revealing a small, hidden compartment. Plastered to the top of this compartment were old peices of paper, pictures, scraps of fabric, and other memorabilia from Amaya's childhood. She sighed. Strapped to the backside of the piece that fell down was a black book with gold embroidery that read:
[SYUVH] SWYUQM AT UQUIU
Amaya opened it, pulled out a quill and ink bottle, and scribbled frantically as she recalled last night. When she was done she closed the book with a sigh, pinned it back into her trunk, and reattached the lid. She pulled out the clothes she would need for the day, then shut and locked her trunk,
"Ryzz," she mumbled. She got off the floor and went to prepare herself for the day.
At breakfast, Harry noted that instead of sitting down immediatly, she stood at the door. Ginny approached and stood with her. They were then approached by three other students - two Harry recalled having just been sorted last night. They walked to the front of the Gryffindor table and sat infront of the Head Table.
Harry nudged Ron and pointed in the same direction.
"What do you think she's up to?" Harry asked.
"Dunno," Ron shrugged. "But what's Ginny doing?"
"It probably has something to do with the notice she posted." Hermione interrupted, look up from her coffee.
"What notice?" Harry and Ron asked with curiousity.
Hermione reached into her pocket and pulled out Amaya's notice from last night. She unfolded it, and showed it to Ron and Harry.
"She's definately up to something." Ron stated.
Professor McGonnagal was walking down the Gryffindor table passing out the schedules for the new year.
"Only two classes a day?" Ron noted, with some shock.
"The classes are more spaced out," Hermione told him. "It's assumed that we use the extra time to study. Looks like we have Care of Magical Creatures first thing."
"Wonder what wonderful creatures Hagrid has planned for us this year." Harry said.
"What the hell?" she thought, still scanning the room.
Turning around, she came face to face with another person. It was a male, she noted. He was a few inches taller than she, and appeared to have a lot of hair. The lights revealed glasses, but nothing more. His mouth was moving. Was he trying to talk to her? The lights reflected off his glasses, who was this person? What did he want with her?
Amaya felt her own mouth moving. But she didn't hear anything.
"What's going on?" Amaya thought, more dazed and confused. Here she was, her mouth holding a conversation with some stranger in a dark room.
Whatever she said, the man across from her reacted. Taking a step back, he reached for his wand, and spoke to her. Amaya felt herself reaching up her sleeve for her wand.
"Why can't I control myself?" Amaya thought, she was getting frantic. The lights began to flicker faster, faster still.
Amaya felt her mouth move again, there was a flash of green from the tip of her wand. The man accross from her fell backwards, crashed onto the floor, and did not move. Stunned at what had happened, she made her way to the man on the floor. She bent down, and pressed her first and second finger against his neck. There was no pulse.The lights flickered even faster, almost producing a constant beam of light. That's when she noticed who was on the floor.
She stumbled backwards, staring at the body. The lights still going, faster and faster still. She didn't know what to do. She went back to the body on the floor, she had to make sure. Standing there, the lights flickering still growing, then stopped. She stood in complete darkness, breathing hard, still sensing the body infront of her. Then the lights turned on. That's when it struck her. She had just killed Harry Potter.
Amaya's eyes opened wide, she quickly sat up. Covered in sweat and breathing hard, she glanced around her. There were no blinking lights, and no dead bodies. The only other presense she could sense came from the other girls in the room, whom were all sleeping. Amaya fell back into her bed.
"Dream, nightmare, or preminition..." she whispered to herself, "Dream. That's all. Just a dream. It wasn't real, none of it was. I am safe, in my bed, at Hogwarts. I have been here all night. Harry has been in his room all night. I never left this bed, nor this room. It was just a dream. It was just a dream. It... was... just... a... dream..."
She placed her hands over her eyes, repeated this to herself, and dozed off sometime later.
Amaya was awakened by Hermione the next morning.
"Breakfast in twenty," she said. "You look like hell. Had a bad night?"
Amaya grunted in response and rolled out of bed onto the floor, last night's episode still vivid in her mind. Hermione walked out the room and closed the door behind her.
Amaya was by herself.
She crawled over to her trunk resting at the foot of her bed. She flipped open the locks and opened it. Reaching into the lid of the trunk, she opened another lock, and the inside of the lid fell down- revealing a small, hidden compartment. Plastered to the top of this compartment were old peices of paper, pictures, scraps of fabric, and other memorabilia from Amaya's childhood. She sighed. Strapped to the backside of the piece that fell down was a black book with gold embroidery that read:
[SYUVH] SWYUQM AT UQUIU
Amaya opened it, pulled out a quill and ink bottle, and scribbled frantically as she recalled last night. When she was done she closed the book with a sigh, pinned it back into her trunk, and reattached the lid. She pulled out the clothes she would need for the day, then shut and locked her trunk,
"Ryzz," she mumbled. She got off the floor and went to prepare herself for the day.
At breakfast, Harry noted that instead of sitting down immediatly, she stood at the door. Ginny approached and stood with her. They were then approached by three other students - two Harry recalled having just been sorted last night. They walked to the front of the Gryffindor table and sat infront of the Head Table.
Harry nudged Ron and pointed in the same direction.
"What do you think she's up to?" Harry asked.
"Dunno," Ron shrugged. "But what's Ginny doing?"
"It probably has something to do with the notice she posted." Hermione interrupted, look up from her coffee.
"What notice?" Harry and Ron asked with curiousity.
Hermione reached into her pocket and pulled out Amaya's notice from last night. She unfolded it, and showed it to Ron and Harry.
"She's definately up to something." Ron stated.
Professor McGonnagal was walking down the Gryffindor table passing out the schedules for the new year.
"Only two classes a day?" Ron noted, with some shock.
"The classes are more spaced out," Hermione told him. "It's assumed that we use the extra time to study. Looks like we have Care of Magical Creatures first thing."
"Wonder what wonderful creatures Hagrid has planned for us this year." Harry said.