Chapter 10: In which there are Many Nightmares

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Hunter had just cleared some parts of the castle hours later when she felt a sudden urge to leave; there was someone around. It wasn't a nice someone, she got a hint of the Hunt; no more than a whiff really. There was the sudden, very bad feeling that felt like the whole castle air, the very air itself, had actually held its breath in horror. The tingly feeling of someone there combined with the surrounding environment made Hunter actually want to vacate the area, quickly! She turned around quickly and darted forward only to smash into someone. There was a man's grunt at the same time Hunter found that she rebounded so hard she feel onto the floor.

"Fancy seeing you here," Said the figure as she stood up.

"Everything well, hunter?" the gravely voice of Alastor Moody rang out in the dim light.

"Sure," Hunter replied as she stepped forward. She could see his coat was slightly askew and that just behind his ear was a fresh cut; not one of his scars. "What happened," She began as she stood her ground.

"Stupid prank," he replied, straightening his coat to cover the cut, "Some students thought it'd been bloody brilliant to trap Mrs. Norris in my room."

"Well is she alright?"

"She's doing fine," Alastor began. Hunter nodded once, how like a bow then hurried back to the common room. Alastor gave her a long glare before continuing back to his room.

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Harry potter was already asleep, as were all the others, when Hunter slipped inside the Dormitory meant for the girls. There was one bed already cleared for her to use, as it was decreed that, after Hagrid's report, it would be very bad form for Hunter to sleep just outside the Dark Forest. Hunter took the news, as usual, with no small amount of wincing inwardly. She preferred an open space for attacking. Here, if anything came there, calling, she was a tremendous liability, not to mention the others, because of the small space she had to move around in. She lay on her back for the longest time, thinking thing over, then finally turned away from the entry way and lay there, falling into sleep. Harry watched her, wondering if they could really trust her. He then too followed suit and rolled over on his side and started falling asleep.

There was a space, a gap of time that suddenly rolled right over Harry. He was sort of awake he supposed. Normally, he would shift or turn the other way, but for some reason he was still as a stature; like he was compelled to. He heard the distinct sound of someone talking loud, deliberate steps into the Dorm. He could feel the person's attention land on him, as if he was the only person there. A hand was placed on Harry's side, on his hip and just rested there. After awhile, and soundlessly, the person let go and walked away. After a terrifying moment, Harry finally fell asleep.

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Hermione found herself rushing to class. She had a vague sense it was because she was just about late. She made it to class, only to find out that they went outside for a special lesson. She grumbled and looked out of the window. Indeed, she saw her class moving back and forth over the grass, looking for things. She was just about to turn around when she got the sense of someone standing behind her; a tall someone, an adult. The adult put their hands on her shoulders. She didn't turn around, but her eyes fell upon the hands on her shoulders, definitely man's hands. The person then, obviously having to duck down slightly, draped both their arms down so that they were casually holding Hermione from behind. She felt lips right next to her ear; a grown man's mouth that filled her with giddiness.

"Knowledge," the man began, his voice sounding in a strange breathless tone. There was a flash of grey light.

Hermione found herself on her familiar bed, with her eyes closed. There was a heavy weight on her body, stopping her from moving. At the same time she was in pain as her body felt like it was being electrocuted and cursed with the Cruciatus Curse at the same time! She recognized the hands roving her body as the ones from the dream. Instead of casually draping over her shoulders, the slender hands groped roughly. Her body, through the electric reeled at what was being done; was being violated!

"SO WILLING," The voice roared in the room, at the same time it felt like it was in her head. The voice sounded like a dreadful mixture of dead leaves and the raping of Parseltongue forced into any resemblance of Human language! The thing's laugh even sounded like that, feeling Hermione with dread.

She tried moving, but no avail. It felt like something other than the person on top of her was stopping her. She tried opening her eyes, but they felt like they were glued shut! The person still copulated with her roughly, enjoying every moment of it! Hermione also felt a bone chilling cold as well. Suddenly, she was able to open her eyes. Instead of seeing her bed or walls, the light was as if a soft moonlight filled the entire room. There were different shades of the moonlight, in patches and some of them would pulse like soft lighting. It would be beautiful, if not for her violation. Hermione went to move her hands when something terrifying happened. Her arm lay on the bed, but a twin of her arm came up from the arm.

Shocked, she yelled at last and she was awake. The moonlight was gone only to be replaced by the bright light of the sun as it streamed into the room. Compared to the lightning from earlier, this light was harsh. She wasn't on her stomach, but curled up in a ball; her body not violated but sweating profusely. She saw all the girls on the dorm awake and looking at her concerned.

"Are you ok," one girl asked. At this time, professor McGonagall rushed into the room.

"Miss Granger, are you alright?" She asked.

"Yes Professor, just a nightmare." Hermione replied. She stood up and almost fell.

'Go to the hospital Wing," Minerva ordered. Hermione left. "The same goes for all of you," Minerva began. "If anyone of you has nightmares, see Madame Pomfrey."