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The forest was dark, just as it was in my dreams, and was steadily getting dimmer by the minute. The sun was setting. We were almost out of time.
We rushed hurriedly to the center of the woods. I almost felt like I'd traveled the path before. I just followed my natural instinct on where to go.
The crackling branches and the noise our feet made as they collided with leaves sent shivers up my spine. Suddenly, the trees began to thin and we found ourselves facing the back of a house perched upon four large poles.
"Is this is?" Draco whispered.
I nodded my head, creeping around the corner.
The front of the fort was just like in my dreams, but something was different. The something made my breath catch in my throat. My heart pounded faster and faster with every second that passed by. I began to feel the urge to vomit and my eyes began to water from trying to hold it in.
Two dead bodies hung from the roof. It was a young boy and girl; their ages were nine or ten at the most. The rope was cutting into their necks and you could see where it'd rubbed away their skin. Each face had no color left. Their eyes were glossy and open and it seemed as if they were staring at Draco and I, telling us to run.
Telling us to run and hide.
"Oh my…" Draco's mouth had dropped open. He fell to the ground, staring at the two lifeless figures. He made the sign of the cross on his body.
"Come on," I urged softly. "We'll come back for them."
He nodded his head understandingly. I helped him up and we approached the staircase. We began to climb; with every step we took a creaking sounded. I had to pause momentarily.
Draco gently took my elbow and we reached the door. He twisted the slightly rusted knob and a dim hallway met us.
"Listen," he said. "Do you hear that?" Mournful music was playing softly, coming from the end of the corridor. "Follow it."
The next door was slightly cracked. I pushed it open, trying to stay calm. A beaten up record player greeted us. I looked at Draco oddly, awkwardly, wondering what was going on.
My answer came shortly. The door behind us shut. I spun around to see Hermione Granger, tears soaking her face.