Chapter One: The Dream

He cringed as he struggled in his bindings, the robe rubbing at his raw wrists. He took in a sharp breath as his skin tore and he stopped struggling. He up at his bound arms and saw blood trailing down his skin, the other end of the rope was hidden in the darkness. He looked down and saw that the floor was two feet below him, his body weight straining his shoulders as he hung there in nothing but his black pants.

His back stung from the fresh cuts. He licked his lip and hissed, tasting his own blood as pain shot through his jaw. He felt tears fill his eyes as he tried to speak but his jaw was broken and he was unable to move it. He pushed the tears back and tried to get a look at the room he was in but it was too dark and his head began to spin from the pain and the loss of strength and blood. He tried to pull himself up but only raised himself a few inches before his arms weakened and he came down hard, making him scream in pain as his right shoulder dislocated.

"Enough!" A voice screamed from the shadows. He couldn't recognize it. "Don't hurt yourself too much, you'll take all the fun away from me. Crucio." He felt the pain fill his body and cried out.

"No!" He sat up breathing heavily and trying to remember where he was. He looked around and recognized his room. He wiped his sweaty bangs out of his face and flopped back down on his pillow, his sheet was wrapped around his right leg and was slightly constricting. He untangled himself and rolled over onto his stomach, not caring about covering himself.

"Just a dream, only a dream." He whispered into his pillow. He sighed and sat up at the edge of his bed, running a hand through his messy hair, and looked at his clock; it was 5:30. Might as well get up, he thought to himself. He stretched and cleaned himself off using his wand. He then got dressed into his school uniform, grabbed his bag, and headed out through the empty common room and towards the library.

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The dream followed him everywhere he went; the voice plagued every thought. He struggled to think of every person he met, whether they were his friend or his enemy, and tried to think of who the voice could have been. He had had the same dream every night for a week now and he wondered what it meant.

He thought of going to Dumbledore but figured he would have more important things to worry about other than a young man's meaningless dream. It could just be nothing, he told himself, nothing to worry about.

He sat in his room pondering whether he would go to dinner or not and decided against it. He didn't feel like enduring the looks of his three enemies and their house tonight, he'd had enough for today.

Then the more he thought about his day he thought about what happened the night before; he thought about her. He had seen her many times today and every single time he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Her school robes were big on her and did nothing for the amazing figure he knew she had. She kept her robes closed in the front so she didn't look as endowed as she really was, in fact, she looked flat with those big robes on. He wanted to just pull her into a room and rip off her robes so he could soak in her beauty, but he just tensed whenever she was around, which was a lot, and kept his aching hands in his pockets.

He had watched her all during lunch, she was facing him as she ate and he kept sneaking a look up at her in between talking to everyone else at his table. She was beautiful to look at, even if she was covered up. Her face was soft and fair, her eyes like jewels, and her smile made butterflies fill his stomach. Though there was something in her eyes that dulled her smile a little, as if the smile did not reach her eyes and brighten them like most people. As if there was something deep inside that wasn't happy, a secret she kept buried inside; away from everyone. Though no one else seemed to notice.

There were many times when he wanted to slip her a note or pull her away from the crowd and talk to her, but she was always with someone. She was never alone, which was funny because her eyes seemed to resemble that of a person who was alone. Yes, she did have secrets, and maybe one day he would find out what that secret was.

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Yes I know, it's not much but I couldn't really write much without revealing who the guy is…I really want you all to guess before I do but I will be writing his identity in the next chapter. I can't keep going on without details about him…it's annoying…lol…

Review please; I want to know what you all think…I really do…