CHAPTER 4
An hour later Harry lay in bed thinking about the events of that day. But, curiously enough, he could not remember a single detail of the wedding, or the reception. His thoughts were once again locked on Demetra. It had been good to see her, shocking yes, but good. From the first time he met her at Hogwarts , before they were anything else, they had been the best of friends. Maybe, when this was all over, he thought,we could be friends again. But he knew he was kidding himself. He knew he could never be just Demetra Rupert's friend ever again. Which was probably why everytime he closed his eyes he had hellish visions of Malfoy and Demetra. They of course had been enemies from the start, Demetra was right, it would indeed be the perfect revenge. He kept seeing Malfoy fingering her,hurting her,using her and laughing. His eyes shot open. Harry rolled out of bed got a book and attempted to combat the bad dreams with good memories. But as Harry dozed, a new nightmare took the old one's place.
Harry was voldemort. It wasn't the first dream he had seen from this vantage point, so he recognized his position instantly. He was treading with meanacing softness down the hard wood aisle of a white chursch with black and red stained glass windows. Through the darkness he could see 50 odd death eaters in a huddleded mass around the altar. They parted and bowed as their master passed. His snakelike eyes rested on a kneeling figure in the middle of the altar, who was illuminated by a patch of moonligt dripping from the skylight. It was Demetra, bound with magical rope and stareing insolently up at the dark lord. Harry tried desperatly to open his eyes , to wake up, but,as was Voldemort's plan, he was forced to watch. Out of his mouth came the high evil voice he had heard so often."Ah, Demetra Rupert. What an honor. Is this the nosy little wench you were telling me about, Draco?" Malfoy stepped away from his father's side,"Yes my lord, only she was a bit smaller then." The death eater's laughter rang like rusty bells in the silence of the church."Now , now Draco, where are your manners?" said Voldemort with a sneer."She is powerful, I can tell. Lets see if she can be persuaded. Bow before your master, girl."
Harry watched as Demetra slowly inclinded her head and spat defiantly on Voldemort's shoes. In an instant every deatheater's wand was placed ate her neck. In the same oily, vicious voice Harry said"There is no need for all of you. We don't want to kill her just yet. But perhaps a little dose of pain from an old friend. Severus, come foreward." Harry saw Snape point his wand at Demetra, and with a sickening hint of a smile he yelled,"CRUCIO!" Demetra screamed so loudly, that it woke Harry up.