Hey! I know, it's been a long time since I last updated, but I had a lot of stress, and during most of February I didn't have my PC. And when I got it back I had lost everything that I had written down for the story. (for example Aishleen' second and third name)

Hope you aren't too angry at me for neglecting you so long.

Calm Serene: oh, I see, we have Question-time again! :D

                              1: Ginny is kind of crazy, she is bad, and she is jealous of everyone who has what she doesn't has. Like a husband and children. So Elizabeth was just unlucky that she was there when Ginny had once again her 'five minutes'.

                              2:Ummm……..

                              3: I guess, that is something you should answer and not I. ;p

masterofdisguise: I'm too happy there's a sequel, and I'd be even more happy if I'd manage to update as often as I want to.

Stacey: Thank you. Well, SotP will never ever be updated, but I hope you got the E-mail for that story here.

fireprincess192: Thank you. I'm not sure yet, whether Ron and Harry will be in it or not, but they are definitely not evil anymore.

But here is finally the next part.

Chapter 3

And I will keep you safe and strong
And shelter from the storm
No matter where it's barren
A dream is being born

No matter what - Boyzone

"No, mummy! No! leave her alone! No!" Felicitas opened her eyes and needed some time to understand that it was her brother who was mumbling in his dreams. She arose from her bed and went to her brother's bed to wake him up.

"Nat, wake up! You're dreaming again. Nat!" But her brother tossed and turned in his bed, sweat drops forming on his forehead. Felicitas looked worried at her brother and then ran quickly out of her room and towards the bedroom of her parents. She opened the door and stormed onto the bed, tears forming in her eyes.

"Mummy, daddy, please wake up!" Hermione and Draco woke up immediately at hearing the worried voice of their daughter.

"Fee, are you alright? Darling, why are you crying?" Felicitas throw herself at her father and cried against his shoulder.

" It's Nat. He has one of these dreams again. He screams and is scared but this time I couldn't wake him this time, and he is still screaming!" Hermione looked worried at Draco and arouse from the bed.

She ran into the room of her children. Draco, carrying Felicitas, was following her quickly. Hermione  sat down on Nathaniel's bed and placed her hands on his shoulders to wake him up.

He suddenly opened his eyes and screamed again. He breathed heavily, his eyes were wide with fear. Finally he realised, that Hermione  was sitting on his bed and he threw his little arms around her waist and started to cry against her chest.

"Shhhh… It's okay, it was just a dream." Hermione  told him and stroke gently over his blond hair. Draco sat down next to his wife and sat Felicitas down on his lap.

"He… he was hurting you!" Nathaniel sobbed and held onto his mother tightly.

"You were bleeding and you were hurt, but he didn't stop. And he called you things. Mean things." Hermione  bent her head and kissed the top of Nathaniel's head.

"It was only a dream. Nobody's hurting me." Nathaniel  shook his head.

"You  were younger. And it wasn't here." Hermione  looked at Draco, the fear visible on her whole face.

"Have you had this dreams before?" Draco asked him softly, although he felt like screaming. It couldn't be!

Nathaniel  bit his lip. He didn't want to answer. He was a big boy. He shouldn't cry over some dreams. But when he had seen his mother so hurt, so helpless…

"He has been having nightmares for some months."  He heard his sister answer. Nathaniel lifted his head and glared at his twin.

"About what?" Hermione asked gently.

"I once dreamt about that couple in that painting in your room." He felt his mother's arms tighten around his body. Had he said something wrong? Hermione closed her eyes. She had feared it. After her pregnancy she had never had this visions again. She had feared that Nathaniel might get them and dreaded that day.

Draco and Hermione spent the rest of the night with their children, no one daring to fall asleep. Hermione told Nathaniel as much as she knew about the visions. And so they stayed for the rest of the night, Nathaniel  and Felicitas laying safe between their parents.

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Pluckley, Kent, England

Susanna Jones awoke suddenly and sat upright in her bed. Something had woken her up. She couldn't tell for sure, what it was. Turning her  head she saw her husband sleeping peacefully. 'Maybe it was just a dream' but this thought she pushed away just as fast as it had come to her. She arouse from her bed and went out of her bedroom.

She hadn't raised four children without listening to her inner voice. Silently she made her way to the door of her oldest son and opened the door. But nothing was wrong here. The ten-year-old Martin was sound asleep in his bed. The covers pulled up over his shoulders. The moon was shining through the window, falling on his reddish blonde hair. Susanna walked over to his bed and kissed the forehead of  her son gently, before she went out of the room.

She opened the next door and shook her head smiling. Dorothy, her nine-year-old daughter had been reading again in one of her books and had fallen asleep doing so. Susanna took the book away from her daughters hands and put the bookmark in it and placed the book on the nightstand. She kissed her daughter and turned of the light on the nightstand then she walked out and closed the door behind her.

When she opened the door to the next room something on top of the bed. She went over to the bed and petted the small dog on his head.

"Go back to sleep Spot." She whispered and pulled the blankets tight around Daniel. The seven-year-old turned around in his bed and sighed when his mother stroke over his hair. She kissed him just like she had done with her two oldest children.

When she went to the door of her youngest child, she wondered if she was overreacting. But this thought was soon forgotten. Maitagorry wasn't in her bed. There was only her dark brown teddy bear, Cuddle, like her daughter had called him when she started to speak. Susanna lifted the bear up and ran into her bedroom.

"Glen, Glen, wake up! Mai's not in her bed!" Susanna shook her husband awake. He sat up in the bed and listened to his wife when she told him again that their daughter was missing.

"Don't worry, Sue, we will find her, maybe she just went into the kitchen, or the bathroom." But Susanna knew her daughter wouldn't be neither in the kitchen nor the bathroom. Maitagorry was way to afraid of the dark to wander in the house alone. When she woke up at night she would take her teddy with her and come to her parents bedroom. But never  would she wander the house all alone. And soon, Glen had also to admit, that his daughter wasn't in the house anymore. He put his clothes on and told Susanna to wake the children, while he would call some of their friends to help them search for their daughter.

They had been searching the whole night, but found no sign of the five-year-old girl. Susanna was clutching the small teddy bear and waited for anyone who would come to them, her little Mai on his hand, so she could take her daughter back in her arms. But she had that bad feeling that nobody would come and bring her daughter back. Ever.

"I tell you Susanna, that is the work of the ghosts. Remember where we live. Your daughter is in another world now." Margaret, an old woman about her late nineties said darkly.

"Oh, shut up, Margaret!" Susanna's sister Judith said and brought her sister a cup of tea. Margaret hadn't any idea of ghosts, Judith thought. The old woman was a muggle. What did she knew about ghosts?

"You will see, Mai will come back soon." But Susanna shook her head sadly. She felt like she had lost her daughter already.

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Somewhere, in an old manor, hidden from everyone's sight by all thinkable and unthinkable charms was a five-year-old girl laying on a bed and crying for its mommy. Outside of the door stood a young woman in her early twenties, listening to the cries.

"Cry, little girl, cry, soon, you will have forgotten about them and you will see how much you like being here with me." She whispered to herself and made her way to the dungeon underneath the manor.

"Just one little potion…" She smiled to herself when she opened the door and the smell of sulphur hit her eyes.

"…and I will have my own daughter! My own little baby girl." Her laugh resounded trough the darkness. 

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I know, it's not long, but I had to stop it there. Hope you liked it. And while I'm hoping to get some reviews from you I will now watch the women's football match between Scotland and Germany and hope that it won't end as bad as the match of the men this week…

Until the next time. Which is hopefully soon.

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