Harry woke with a start. It had been weeks since had a nightmare but unlike the others, this one seemed so real. Like it was him. Harry heard voices downstairs, muffled whispers. He turned to Ron's bed to ask him if he knew what was going on, but Ron wasn't there. Very cautiously, Harry tossed his bedspread aside and got out of bed. He walked slowly towards the door, trying to make out the voices he heard in the common room. He turned the knob and suddenly, the voices quieted. He opened the door. In the common room stood Hermione, Ron, and Neville. They all stared at him, their eyes seemed dark and sunken in by the fire's light.
"What's going on?"
He said quietly.
No one spoke. It was as if no one heard him, but they all saw him. As he made his way to the stairs and walked down them, they all just glared, not a word to be said between them. As he reached the group, Ron silently motioned for Neville and Hermione to go sit on the couch.
"Harry, um, well, there's been a but of an accident."
Harry's face tightened.
"Accident, well, what kind of an accident?"
Ron peered into Harry's eyes, as if he knew it was Harry who did it.
"Draco...Draco Malfoy, your worst enemy, was murdered in the school."
"WHAT!"
Harry mind was spinning. Was his nightmare that seemed so real actually real? Had he actually killed Draco?
Sorry it's dull and boring and short but it's just all builidng up.