...She had arrived at a field. A field at night, the shadows of glassblades and flowers mysteriously dancing on the earth floor. She pushed past lingering grassblades and saw a familiar man, holding a wand out at another man she recognized.

"Don't you dare go near her," a growling voice said, but the Muggle punched the man across the face.

"She's mine, you hear?" the Muggle said threateningly. She watched as a green light blast out of the wand, and the Muggle fell onto the floor. Before she knew it, she was running as quickly as she could, ignoring her tiredness. She bent down near the dead figure, and she placed a sweaty hand on his chest. No pulse. She slowly stood up and turned around to see the wizard.

"Rebecca…" his voice started, and she felt tears on her cheeks.

"Why?" she croaked when she believed her voice wasn't hers anymore. "Why did you kill him?"

"He wanted you," the cloaked figure said. "Come with me. Come and help me get rid of all Muggles." Rebecca pushed away his outstretched hands.

"Stop it!" she screamed. "I'm a Muggleborn! Do you want to kill me as well?" She had no idea who it was until his hood fell down. She felt a sudden burst in her chest as his face emerged from the cruel darkness…

"NOOOO!" Rebecca screamed, sitting up quickly. She felt sweat pouring down her forehead, and she saw her curtains rip open. Kristen stood there, a worried look on her face.

"Are you okay?" Kristen asked, wiping the sweat off Rebecca's forehead.

"Yeah. Sorry," Rebecca apologized, falling back on her sweat-soaked pillows.

"Here," Kristen said, handing Rebecca a glass of water. "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Yeah," Rebecca said, and she felt a terrible spasm in her heart. It just can't be him. I love him too much. Why? Can't it be someone else? she thought furiously as she quickly drank her water. She swallowed too much water, and began to cough. Kristen whacked her on the back, and Rebecca stopped coughing. She lied back down on her pillows and silently shut the curtains. She felt a guilty feeling at the bottom of her stomach, and she rolled to her side. She felt light tears stream down her cheeks, and she buried her face in the soft pillows.

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Rebecca felt dried tears on her cheeks as she opened the bed curtains. She walked over to her window and looked down at the lake. She could remember when Tom had looked at her from across the castle at night, and she could remember his weak smile. Was he already plotting the downfall? Does he still want me? she thought curiously as she quickly washed her face and put on school clothes. She ran down the corridors and sat down at her spot at the table. She felt cold hands on her shoulder, and she quickly turned around to see the handsome man she loved.

"Hi Tom," she said, trying to sound bright. Tom took her cold hand, and she looked back up at him.

"I haven't eaten, Tom," she said, sounding suddenly defensive and fierce. Tom took a step back, and Rebecca felt a shallow feeling in her heart. It was only a nightmare. It won't come true! Plus, you've only had it once. her thoughts ran as she watched Tom begin to walk away.

"Tom!" she called as he walked out the Great Hall's doors. She swung her legs around and ran after him. She ran into the hall and looked on both sides. He was slowly walking down the hallway, and she felt her heart sink. He refused to look back at her, and she just stood there helplessly. She could feel her tears coming back, and she brushed them away fiercely with the back of her hand. She slowly trudged back to the Great Hall and sat back down. She took a scone from the basket, but only looked down at it. In the plate's reflection, she could only see Tom's face smiling back at her. She put the scone back and ran back to the common room, refusing to look back at the Great Hall.

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Rebecca felt the tears come and go as she sat through all her classes. She hadn't taken a peek at Tom, and she felt that their relationship was over. Just like that. She had hidden her tears by bending her head into the book and wiping the tears when she pretended to look ahead.

"Are you okay?" Kristen asked as their final class ended, and the bell signaling the beginning of supper rang.

"Yeah," Rebecca lied, only looking at the floor.

"You've been crying a lot, lately," Kristen observed. Rebecca pretended to take this as a shock.

"Really? I didn't think so," Rebecca said, sounding defensive. Kristen shrugged and continued to walk on ahead of her. After a few minutes, Kristen turned at the top of the stairs and yelled, "You coming?" Rebecca thought for a moment and looked sideways to see the frozen lake.

"You go ahead," Rebecca yelled. "I'll be there soon." Kristen, nodding, ran up the corridor stairs. Rebecca slowly walked out of the corridors and onto the frozen grass. She saw a willow tree dropping its limbs into the cracks in the lake. She sat down there on a cold stone, leaning against the tree. She picked up a few pebbles and threw them nonchalantly at the lake, making wholes in the ice-top. She saw the winter sun sinking into the ground, and she stood up, knowing that she would get in trouble for being late. She used to be so punctual, but now she felt like a ghost drifting through life and death.

"Rebecca?" a familiar, apologetic voice said from behind her. She turned her head slowly around, a feeling of hope in her chest. She looked up to see a handsome man, a shiny badge hanging on his chest. She stood up and brushed lingering pieces of brush and leaves off her robes. She looked at him, and he looked back at her. She tried her hardest to make her lips for a smile, but they were too stubborn. An uneasy silence separated the both of them.

"Hi," she said, surprised that her voice sounded so flat. She just continued to stare at him, and he looked curiously at her, cocking his head to one side.

"Hi," he responded back, his voice also dull.

"Umm…I have something for you," he said, sounding nervous. He pulled out the object he was hiding behind his back. Rebecca couldn't help smiling and crying in relief at the same time. He handed the roses to her, and she smiled the widest a smile could ever possibly be. She stroked the petals, and looked up into his face. He bent down to swoop her into his arms, and she rested her head on his soft chest. She began to cry softly, and he stroked her hair. He bent down and kissed her head repetitively, and she heard herself make ugly sobs over and over again. Please let this not be a dream. I love him too much to let him go. she thought as he cradled her in his arms. When she felt her cries cease, he held her closer.

"I'm sorry," he whispered into her ear. "I acted like such a jerk." She looked up into his eyes, and she felt his lips pressing against hers. With the last bit of strength within her, she placed her hands on his warm cheeks and pressed harder against his red lips.

A/N: AHH! No…the dream was NOT the shock…but if you did take that as a shock, then good for you. SOME clarification for EVERYONE: Tom fell out of his bed randomly during a dream he had that night that is NOT important to the plot. I guess I'd call it one of those crazy dreams, when it completely does NOT make sense at all. JUST some clarification. Rebecca's dream in this chapter, however, is important to the plot! Just fyi, if you were confused. Next chapter to be out, soon!

Loves from,

Lira