Jordan found herself standing outside in the snow, alone. The sky was dark and although there wasn't a cloud to be seen, not one single star could be found in the heavens above. She looked to the ground, wondering how she'd got here and found the snow all around her was crisp, clean and untouched. There was no sign of life, not even her own footprints.

All of a sudden she heard someone laughing from behind her, a cold, whispering cackle that sent chills down her spine. She spun round; a taste of panic in her mouth, to find that there was no one there. Instead, there stood the snowmen they had made earlier on, side by side, just as they had left them.

Taking a deep breath she stepped towards them, barely feeling the cold snow beneath her bare feet, stopping just in front of them and regarding them for a moment. They didn't look so friendly in the dark, their jovial smiles looking more like ghoulish grins as they gazed at her through the darkness.

Suddenly and without warning one of the snowmen began moving, Jordan felt a scream catch in her throat and leapt backwards in fright. Realising as she looked again, that it wasn't actually moving, but in fact melting right before her eyes. The snowman she had made of Harry was slowly disappearing, corroding away as the two beside it remained untouched and whole, until there was nothing left but a pile of snow to show it had ever been there at all.

"He will crumble!" the voice whispered from behind her "He will fall!"

Jordan found herself sitting bolt upright in bed and took a deep breath to stem the panic surging through her veins. She looked around and was relieved to see Hermione and Ginny asleep in their beds nearby... Everything was as it should be, but still she had a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach, a wrenching forbidding feeling that would not leave.

"I need a drink!" she whispered to herself as she threw the covers off, then climbed as quietly as she could out of bed, wincing as the floorboards creaked beneath her feet. Hermione and Ginny seemed not to hear her, so she continued on her way out of the room and made her way silently down to the kitchen.

Once there she grabbed a glass from the side and proceeded to the sink to fill it up, glancing casually out of the window as she did. The sight that greeted her sent chills down her spine and she felt the glass slip from her grasp, landing in the sink with a loud clatter. For outside five snowmen proudly stood... Five snowmen and one pile of snow.

Jordan gulped nervously, her mouth becoming suddenly dry. She wasn't still dreaming was she? She'd just got out of bed... hadn't she? With growing doubt that she had woken up at all, she edged over to the door and pushed it open, staring out at the familiar scene before her. But as she took a step outside, the cold snow oozed between her toes making her shiver...the chill of the snow was real, the cold wind that rattled the trees was real... was she awake or not?

"That's not possible" She whispered to herself

"Jordan " a voice called, she spun round quickly and was relieved to find Harry standing in the doorway

"You scared me!" she sighed.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you!" she replied, feeling a little foolish now that she was no longer alone, the fear that had remained with her from her dream, subsiding at the sight of a friendly face. He glanced behind her at the snowmen and she couldn't help noticing that he didn't look at all surprised to find one of them gone.

"C'mon, you better come back inside, you'll freeze out there!" he smiled. She nodded and walked back inside, trying hard to ignore the rather haunted look in his eye. He closed the door behind her and turned the key quickly, then bolted it too.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"I'm fine... I just thought I heard a noise!"

"That was me sorry, I dropped a glass when I saw..." she began, but tailed off. It was evident he wasn't listening to a word she was saying. He was just staring out of the window, seemingly searching for something.

She began to feel uneasy as the silence continued, so took a deep breath.

"Harry!"

"What?" he replied, looking somewhat startled as if he'd momentarily forgotten she was even there.

"Is something wrong?"

"What woke you?" he asked, completely ignoring her question.

"What?" she replied, confused.

"What woke you up?" he persisted

"I... had a bad dream!"

"About the snowmen!" he whispered, looking back out of the window.

The feeling of foreboding in Jordan's stomach worsened.

"How did you know that?" she asked, stepping away from him nervously.

He didn't answer, just continued to stare out of the window

"Harry, what's going on?" she demanded, tears prickling her eyes.

"We should go back to bed!" he said suddenly, snatching his gaze from the windowpane "if Mrs Weasley catches us out of bed, she'll think were up to no good!"

He walked passed her, grasping hold of her hand giving her no choice but to follow him as he made his way back upstairs. Once on the landing he stopped and looked at her.

"Promise me you won't go back out!" He said, but it was more of an order than a request.

"I... Promise!" she uttered, still feeling apprehensive "but will you tell me what' s going on!"

" I wish I knew!" he shrugged.

"I'm seriously freaked out here"

"Don't be!" he smiled, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze "let's just get back to bed".

He didn't make his way back to his bedroom as they parted company, but watched her take every step back to her room, only leaving when she closed the door behind her.

Once inside she just stood there for a moment, trying to make some sense of what had just happened. Hermione and Ginny had obviously not heard her drop the glass in the sink, so had that been what had roused Harry, or was it something else? She stepped quietly over to the window and peered out of the curtains at the snowmen.

"How could he have known?" she breathed "How could I?"

Just then she caught sight of something in the corner of her eye, moving nearby, she looked round and involuntarily gasped. For standing not to far from the house was a magnificent Unicorn. But this was not at all like the ones she had seen at Hogwarts in September. It was jet-black from horn to hooves, it's glossy coat seeming to shine, almost glow, in the dim light.

"Jordan what are you doing?" Hermione asked, Jordan's heart leapt at the sound of her voice. She looked round to see Hermione sitting up in bed, rather bleary eyed.

"I was just looking at!" Jordan began; casting her eyes back out of the window to find the unicorn had gone.

"Looking at what?" she yawned.

"Nothing!" Jordan sighed, figuring Hermione had seen enough Unicorns to no longer be impressed by one, particularly in the middle of the night "Never mind!"

"Go back to sleep!" she muttered, collapsing back into her pillow.

"Good idea!" Jordan murmured, climbing back into bed, her troubled mind still swimming with questions. She closed her eyes and hoped that sleep would take her and after an hour or so... It did.