Even after all this time still only my plot.
Mare walked silently through the halls of Hogwarts. It was midnight, and she was sure that she was the only one besides Filch, the evil caretaker, who was still awake. If she wasn't careful, he and his evil cat might catch her.
It was getting harder and harder to sleep at night, and that wasn't just because her wedding to Draco was less then a month away. The dreams were still coming strong every night, she missed Ash, and she just wanted to be out of Hogwarts and out of England. Forever. Finally, she reached the Gryffindor common room. It was difficult to pick things out in the dark, and she tripped over a chair, which promptly fell to the ground with a loud crash.
Then, someone whispered Lumos! And the sudden light in the room revealed Ron, Harry, and Hermione all grinning devilishly at her.
"So, Mare," Ron said smoothly, "where have you been? Midnight rendezvous with your fiancé?"
Mare blushed and Hermione cuffed Ron in the head, giving him a very stern look.
"Don't tease her about that, Ron. It's not like it's her fault that she's engaged to be married to that-"
"If you say 'hottie', I'm going to hurt you," Ron interrupted.
Hermione glared at him.
"I wasn't going to say hottie. Not that what I do in my free time is any of your business, Ron."
This time, it was Mare's turn to grin.
"Have you had any midnight rendezvous with my fiancé, Hermione?"
Even in the bad light, Mare could tell Hermione was blushing.
"Well, we've had a few. But I mean come on, isn't he a good kisser?"
"You got that right." Mare agreed.
"But he's not as good as Ash though," Hermione amended. "God, Mare, you're so lucky. You get to spend the rest of you're life with him."
"Amen to that. But I have to get through my wedding to Malfoy first."
Hermione sighed. "Some girls have all the luck."
Behind Hermione, both Harry and Ron cleared their throats.
"Excuse me," Harry interjected, "but could we move on to a more 'guy-friendly' topic? Please?"
Mare and Hermione looked at each other.
"Fine," Hermione relented. "But we really should be getting to bed. It's almost morning, and we don't want anyone to know that we've been up."
They talked for a little while longer, and then parted ways. Mare crawled into bed feeling drained, but knowing that what was waiting for her in her dreams would make her more so, she delayed falling asleep as much as possible.
The Final Battle was going to happen at her and Malfoy's wedding. Very convenient for Lord Voldemort she supposed, since it would not only be crawling with the Death-Eater friends and father of the groom, but also Harry Potter as a friend of the bride.
The Dark Lord would have to be a fool to pass up such a good opportunity. But she knew after hearing enough from Ron, Harry, and Hermione about him that a fool was the last thing the Dark Lord was.
What was waiting for her in her dreams that night was more vivid and real then anything she had ever seen before. Instead of the bloody dress just lying on a chair, she was wearing it as it became soaked, and the blood that covered the dress was her own. She felt her strength draining away, and pulled herself over to a chair. All around her, fire and flames raged, engulfing her dress in flames, and burning her skin.
But miraculously, just before death, she found herself being soaked with water, felt a hand reaching out to her to save her from the terrible destruction around her as well as an inevitable death.
The hand yanked her up and carried her towards a broken window and her rescuer lifted her up while skillfully jumping out and away from the flaming church. She wanted to go back and see what had happened to the others, but her rescuer stopped her.
"There's nothing you can do now."
His words sank in, and she screamed in grief. He grabbed her hand to comfort her, and then everything went black.
When Mare woke up from the dream, she was still screaming until she noticed her three friends standing around her bed staring at her.
"Mare, are you all right?" Harry asked her. "Ron and I could hear you screaming all the way from the boys' dormitories. We ran in here and Hermione told us to come over. She said that you had been screaming all night. Bad dreams?"
Mare sat up and immediately launched into a big coughing fit. Hermione tapped her lightly on the back, but stepped away almost immediately as soon as she smelled Mare's clothes.
"Mare, why do you smell like smoke?"
Mare sniffed her hair a few minutes after she stopped coughing.
"I don't know, Hermione. I had a dream where I was being engulfed in flames. Maybe that has something to do with it."
Hermione nodded slightly. "It's possible."
Eventually, it was determined that Mare was fine, and Ron and Harry went back to the boys' dorms to get dressed for the day while Mare and Hermione did likewise. As Mare was putting on her robes, she felt a pain at the back of her legs. She put her robe down, and went to sit on her bed and see what was wrong. When she finally got a good look at the back of her legs, what she saw made her scream in shock.
"Hermione! Hermione, come quick! I need to get to the hospital wing right now!"
Hermione came running.
"Mare, what's the matter?"
Mare, still incredibly freaked out, shrieked "Look at the back of my legs! They're really burned!"
Hermione saw. but that wasn't all.
"And there's dried blood everywhere! What happened?"
Still breathing heavily, Mare said, "Hermione, get Ron and Harry in here right now."
"… And so you see, the final battle is going to happen at Malfoy's and my wedding. Dumbledore told me about it weeks ago."
"Yes, that makes perfect sense." Harry breathed. "Everyone Voldemort needs will be at the wedding. Me, the Death-eaters. What would be a better time?"
"How about never?" Ron muttered under his breath.
After Mare shared her dreams with her friends, her days went smoother, and no visions interrupted her sleep. But that didn't mean that she wasn't on the edge. The day before her and Malfoy's wedding, she was on edge, suffering more then just the usual pre-wedding jitters. And it didn't help then Malfoy had stopped by her and Hermione's table with a bunch of flowers for Hermione saying, "Remember, no matter what you hear tomorrow, I still love you more then anything." Mare wished Ash would come and see her, but she hadn't seen him since he had told her about Hermione, and Mare doubted he was coming to the wedding.
The day went by too quickly for Mare, and before she knew it, her three friends were telling her goodnight and good luck.
"Good luck to you too, Harry." She whispered. "The Final Battle is waged tomorrow."
Piscean Wisdom- Do you mean where will she go after her and Malfoy's wedding? That's a surprise. The wedding is next chapter, which is coincidentally the last chapter. Thanks for reviewing and I hope you like this chapter too!
vampy- I hope you like the update, and that you haven't gone crazy.
sexyirishBeep- I'm glad I left you with a surprise. Thanks for reviewing, and I hope you like this chapter!
Mental Twitch- I don't know what I was thinking. I did some adjusting for a more 'in character' conversation. Thanks for reviewing, and I hope you like this chapter!
