I was standing on a hillside and looked down to see a house. I knew that house. It was the Burrow, but I did not care for the people in it. I did not love that family. I walked down the hill and into the house. I did not know the way around the tables and chairs. The kitchen was foreign. I had spent so much time in this house and yet I did not know it. I walked up the stairs with swift feet. When I reached the landing I headed straight for the door to Mr. and Mrs. Weasly's bedroom. I walked over to the bed and withdrew my wand, but it was not my wand. My wand was brown, this wand was black with a snake wrapping around the handle. Using the foreign wand I raised it and stated, "Avada Kadavra!" I then put sleeping spell over the whole house. I walked to the bathroom and pulled off the hood on my cloak. I was Draco Malfoy. I was not myself. My wand was not mine. This was Malfoy's doing. I took the wand and cut my finger, using the blood I wrote a message on the mirror and feld the house. I returned to the field and then…
I woke up from that horrible dream. I was shivering and sweating. I was scarred. Malfoy. Draco Malfoy had killed the Weasly's. I did not believe it. How could that be the case? Why? Hatred. He hated this muggle loving family. Blood traitors he called them. Spite perhaps. I needed to get up. Go for a walk. My best thinking could be done while walking and I needed some fresh air. I looked over my shoulder to see Fred. The other beds in the room contained George and Chris.
I knew that they slept lightly so I quietly pulled myself to my feet and left the room. I walked out of the house and down to the lake. The water shown blue like a sapphire and the grass was a dazzling green. I sat down in the same nest that I had found Ron in the day before. I sat there for a long time thinking about my dream. Perhaps it was just a dream but since when had my dreams been just dreams. My dreams always had a meaning so this one should follow the pattern. After an hour of thinking by the lake I decided to take a swim.
It was midday and it was hot. I pulled off my shirt and pants and jumped into the lake. It was at that point that George appeared at the bank. Since Fred was so short of temper I had been trying to avoid George as to not cause a fight between the two brothers but I could not bring myself to tell George to go away. I wanted someone to talk to. I needed someone to talk to.
George said nothing. He simply took off his shirt and jumped into the lake with me. He swam over to me and put his arm over my shoulder. He held me as a good brother might hold his sister if she was crying.
Then George looked me in the eye. I never noticed what clear blue eyes he had. They were shinning with concern. Then he said, "Are you okay?"
"I think so. I just had a bad dream."
"Tell me about it."
I did. I explained how I found myself on the hill and that I came into the house and killed. It was a horrible dream but when I got to the part about Malfoy, George pulled away from me.
"Malfoy? You thought that you saw Malfoy in the mirror?"
"George, I was Malfoy. I even had his wand!"
George looked confused but he seemed to understand the story. The meaning behind it, that was still as blurry and a rock 100 feet below the surface of the ocean. I swam away from George and pulled myself onto the grassy bank. I lay there for a while drying out. George joined me and the two of us lay there together in silence. I thought about Fred, about my dream, about Mr. and Mrs. Weasly.
Late that afternoon I got hungry so I dressed myself and went in the house. I decided to ask Chris and Harry if they had the same dream. Since we were connected it would only make sense for us to all have received the same dream. When I asked them, they said that they had the same dream. The only explanation for that would be that Malfoy sent us the dream. He wanted us to know. He wanted all of us to know.
Hey! Author here! Sorry its short but its all I have time for. Please read and review. I want to know if this is worth finishing. Thanks! Back to your own lives!