The feel of his lips against her skin.

The feel of his long fingers caressing her breasts.

She'd had this dream several times before. As usual, she couldn't see the room around her or the man who was doing this to her. All she could do was relish the attention the mystery man was giving her. She let him continue his ministrations until he ran his hand along her inner thigh.

She immediately stiffened at his touch.Never, in all her "special" dreams, had it gone this far. It was probably a testament to her utter patheticness when it came to men.When she reached to pull his hand away, he muttered something and suddenly she found her arms bound above her head.

Magic? He knows how to do magic?she thought. Her eyes grew wide with panic. She began to flail about and shout any spells that came to mind, but nothing worked.He finally lowered himself onto to her. He was so heavy and strong, she could no longer fight to free herself.

She screamed as he thrust into her. Tears streamed down her face as she felt she was being ripped in two. When he finally finished, he bent down and hissed into her ear. "You're the perfect one to carry my legacy." When he moved away from her, she finally got a good look at his face. She recognized him immediately, even though she had never met him personally.

The bald head. The serpent-like nose.But he'd been dead for over twenty years. She began to scream again as he laughed maniacally.

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"Wendy! Wendy, wake up!"

She shot up in bed and found her emerald gaze mirrored back at her. She immediately hugged her father, crying into his shirt. As the man comforted his daughter, a strange creature with tennis ball eyes appeared in Wendy's doorway.

"Master Harry, should Dobby get Mistress Ginny?" the creature, a house elf asked.

"No Dobby. It's nothing; just a bad dream." Wendy said, pasting a fake smile on her face.

Harry Potter wasn't a fool, he knew his daughter was lying about being fine but he also knew that she didn't want to her mother up just for a bad dream. If she hadn't been screaming, he probably wouldn't be up right now. She was extremely independant; a trait she got from both her parents.

"Do you want to tell me about it? You were screaming like a banshee, it must have been pretty awful."

"It was just a stupid dream. I don't even know why I screamed about it." Wendy lied. She didn't want her father to worry about her having dreams about the long-dead Dark Lord Voldemort.

Harry still didn't think she was alright, but decided to let it alone. After all, she was nearly twenty years old; she didn't need Daddy to chase the monsters out from under her bed anymore.

Just as he got up to leave Wendy asked sheepishly, "Dad, could you stay with me until I fall asleep?"

"Sure thing, kiddo." Harry said softly.

Harry sat on her bed, holding her hand until she fell asleep. Little did they know that this "dream" would change their lives forever.