Relentless Dreams
The dormitory was empty, and the only noise came from the light tapping of the rain against the outside window. Lily had an hour of free time until she had to patrol the corridors with James and the castle was already showing signs of darkness as lighted torch brackets were the only light sources illuminating the dormitory.
Lily sunk into her four-poster bed, she propped her head against her pillow and faced the garlanded ceiling. Herra had got what she wanted and Lily was happy for her, but that didn't stop her feeling embarrassed about walking in on them, even if they were just talking.
The rain thrashed harder against the small window behind Lily's bed and she felt herself pleasantly smile. She loved the rain, when she was younger she would never miss a rainstorm, she always would be the first out to dance around in the rain; it sent a strange self-reassurance through her. Lily's father had once told her that when she was much younger, her mother had said that if ever she was afraid just think of the rain and it would be there to shelter her, logically that made no sense, but to Lily it did.
The smile swept off Lily's face as memories of her mother overcame her, she couldn't think about her mum, not after all the time she had tried to forget about her. But could she forget? How could she forget about her mother, even though she had died when she was much younger and she had only the faintest memories of her, was it possible for Lily to forget about her own mother?
She shuffled uncomfortably on top of her sheets, she wasn't going to think about it, thinking about her mother just brought about bad emotions, and she had promised herself that she would stay positive.
A small, welcoming room was illuminated. It was apparent to be a young child's room as there was a tall white cot perched in the middle of the area. The walls were painted in a light cream colour and little flowers were adorned in sequenced patterns over the paint. Leaning against the back wall of the room were stacks of toys, some in little red boxes, while some lay scattered on the floor.
A young woman stood in front of the cot; she had long dark brown hair and shining emerald eyes that lighted her face. In her arms she held a baby wrapped in a white blanket, she was lightly swinging the child back and forth while softly singing a lullaby. The woman finished her song and gazed lovingly down at the child, a warm smile playing against her lips, she then whispered something into the blanket and smiled again.
There was a sudden loud bang and the woman quickly placed the child into the cot behind her. Her smile had been shunned into a panicky frown and she quickly dodged to the door in fright. It swung open and the woman cowered back, covering the white cradle with her arms as she did. A tall figure walked in, concealed in a black cloak and the only thing visible was penetrating red eyes that blazed through the hood of its cloak, the rest was in shadow. The figure slowly drew out a pale spidery hand from its cloaked sleeve, clenched in it was a thin black stick which the dark figure then pointed at the woman.
"Move away, and I will ease your passing," said the voice hidden within the cloak, it was slightly high pitched, but unmistakably a mans.
The woman scowled, however her panic was clear by looking into her watery emerald eyes, they were fill of a new fear and shock. "No, leave us alone," she said in a quavering voice.
The man laughed, his eyes glinting maliciously, "Fool, do you really think you can withstand me, move," he said callously, the stick clasped in his long spidery fingers edging even closer towards the woman's pale face.
The slam of a door from beyond the room sounded and the woman flinched, however the man did not jerk, his eyes were watching the cot behind her with lust.
"Rienna, I'm home," said the distant voice of a man from downstairs. The woman didn't answer, instead she stood very still, breathing heavily as she shielded the cot with her arms.
The cloaked man quietly laughed and pointed the stick he held in his right hand underneath the woman's chin, she watched in petrified shock.
"Shame you won't get a chance for last words, muggle," he spat, poking the stick closer at the woman's chin.
She uncomfortably edged away, still managing to shield the sleeping baby in its cot behind her, who was unapparent to what was going on all on its behalf. A silent tear fell down the woman's pale scared face as she stood sheltering the cot, still watching the man.
He laughed ruthlessly and took a closer step towards the women. "You can't comprehend, it's so easy," he said icily.
Another pearly tear fell down the woman's face, and the vibration of footsteps echoed up the staircase outside the room. "Please, no... take me, please," begged the woman, trying to protect the child from the man's yearning.
The cloaked man ignored the woman's attempts and drew the stick he held even closer towards her pallid skin. The woman quivered under it, her face red with torment and her tears flowing down freely.
"John, help, he's here!" she shouted, however her efforts were drowned by the cloaked villains cold laugh.
"Undying love won't help you here, you filthy muggle," he spat scornfully.
The footsteps had vanished, and the woman was left cowering under the mans attack, she was trembling under the stick against her skin, her bright emerald eyes darting from it to the man while they leaked with tears.
"Avada Kedavra!"