~Victoire's POV~

I walked down the hall in the basement of Hogwarts, wearing only my pajamas and robe. It was dark, and I could barely see where I was going. When I heard a loud scream ahead, I started running towards the sound.

Suddenly, something exploded right in front of me. The blast threw me backwards onto the hard floor. The fire swooshed above and around me, blocking my way out. I curled up in a ball and frantically searched my robes for my wand. It was nowhere to be found. Finally, the fire died down, but not before it had burned my robes to pieces. I quickly shed them and ran up to the second floor. On my way, I noticed students lying unconscious on the ground, but was too terrified to stop and make sure they were alive.

When I made it to ground level, I was struck at the sight in front of me. Rubble covered the grounds, and hexes and curses were flying through the air. Everywhere I looked, students and professors alike were battling dark hooded people. They were Death Eaters, by the look of them. I looked around for someone I recognized, and found a young looking Professor Neville kneeling by a body. Someone yelled out and rushed over to him. It was Uncle Harry, only he looked like a teenager.

As I walked closer I realized that there were two bodies lying there, not one. When I knelt down next to them, I realized who they were. Remus and Tonks, Teddy's parents. It was painstakingly obvious. The woman was obviously Tonks because she had Teddy's eyes and his pink hair. The man had to be Remus, because he looked like an older version of Ted.

I could only stare at them in shock, especially Remus. He reminded me so much of Teddy that it made me cry to see him lying dead on the stone floor of Hogwarts. I scanned his body for injuries, noticing that he was still gripping the hand of his wife, as she lay next to him in a permanent silence.

When I realized that Neville and Harry had run off to defend their school, I decided to stay with the couple, and keep their bodies safe. That was the least I could do for the two people that gave birth to my best friend.

I suddenly felt the somehow familiar prick of a wand being pressed against my neck. Turning slowly, I got a good look at my attacker. It was Dolohov, the Death Eater that had killed the couple next tome. I had his face embedded into my memory after watching Teddy tore up a picture of him that was found in the paper once. I would never forget the pure rage in Teddy's 13 year-old face as he destroyed a picture of the man that killed his parents. And now, it seemed that that man would kill me, too.

"AvadaKedavra," Dolohov whispered into my ear. A pain like none I had ever felt hit me. My body convulsed, trying desperately to find relief.

I head felt like it had been hit by a ton of bricks. The pain was so intense that I barely felt the impact of my body hitting the ground.

My eyes fell on Remus' hand, the one that wasn't holding his wife. I tried to imagine that he was Teddy, and reached out for him. Taking his hand in mine, I relaxed a bit and let the searing pain stretch through me. With my last breath, I felt the curse stabbing my heart, until I was finally still.

I woke up with a gasp. Clutching my throat, I continued to gasp until I was sure I was no longer choking. I lifted a hand to my face and felt damp tears still streaming down my cheeks. It was just a dream, I told myself.

I looked around and saw that I was lying on a couch in a small chamber filled only with a couch and pillows, in front of a small fireplace. I remembered that I was in the Room of Requirement.

The room had been all but forgotten by the school after the war 15 years ago. I had found it during my third year, when Teddy was busy studying for his O.W.L.s. I had been bored out of my mind, having no real friends besides Teddy to hang out with. One day, while wondering around on the seventh floor of Hogwarts, I had stumbled upon a small door. It was too big for a house elf, but too small for a professor (well, besides Professor Flitwick, of course). I, however, had fit perfectly through the door. I discovered this little hide away.

Still a bit shaken up from my vivid dream, I jumped up and quickly ran from the room. I took the moving staircase up to Gryffindor tower, and into my dorm. When I reached my bed, my heart was pounding frantically in my chest.

Light from the sun was streaming through the window and onto my face. It was a beautiful fall day outside, and I could hear the first years squealing down on the quidditch pitch as they learned how to fly on a broomstick. It felt wrong; this weather didn't match my mood. This light was so different from the darkness of the Room of Requirement. Closing my eyes, I tried to block out the images in my head, but it was no use. I couldn't shake off that dream.

XxXxX

The next time I opened my eyes, it was pitch black. No, I thought, not another dream. Getting out of my bed, I headed down to the common room. The fire had slightly died down, leaving me chilled with only very dim light to see by. My bare toes were freezing on the stone floor. I slowly walked over to the stained glass window and peered down at the weeping willow thrashing madly in the breeze.

A sudden whistle of the wind made me jump. I hadn't realized how tense I felt. Forcing myself to take a deep breath and calm down, I tried to laugh at myself. The wind whirled around Hogwarts again, this time even stronger and louder than before.

I sat on the seat in the alcove around the window. I let my mind wonder, imagining a gust of wind so strong that it tore the alcove right out of the wall. It would whistle and turn as it pulled the alcove into its funnel. Spinning around and around, I would be trapped, unable to take a deep breath. I would watch as she wand was clutched away and snapped into a thousand pieces. The wind would shake me until I feared I would be ripped apart like my wand. It would pull at my hair and clothes. Then, when it finally tares my grip off of the alcove, I would scream and try to free myself from the firm grasp that the wind had on my shoulders.

My eyes shot open at the sounds of someone screaming. Then I realized that it was my own voice calling out. I had fallen asleep, again. Turning my head, I saw Julianne peering down at me. Both of Julianne's hands were on my shoulders, and I realized that it was Julianne shaking my shoulders, not the wind pulling at my clothes. Letting out a sigh of relief, I spoke quietly to Julianne.

"Oh! I must have fallen asleep…"

"Well you were screaming! Practically woke up the whole school…" Julianne grumbled. "Might want to get up, breakfast starts in ten."

XxXxX

The dreams were following me. Everywhere I looked, images of death and war in Hogwarts wouldn't escape my mind. Seeing Teddy only made it worse. All I could think of was his father, lying dead on the ground.

For the past week, I had relived that dream every time I closed my eyes. All of them were from the war that took place at Hogwarts, during the last battle. In each of my haunting dreams, I felt it as I died. The terrible pain felt so real to me.

Feeling death over and over again left me drained. I slummed around from class to class, never resting for fear of having another dream. I tried staying up all night, but the dreams somehow slipped their way into my mind every time. I often woke up drenched in sweat, madly clutching myself.

During Divination one day, I became even more spooked, when my professor told me that I would be haunted by something. I almost dropped my crystal ball when I heard this. Apparently something from the past would come back and haunt me. I immediately connected it with the Battle of Hogwarts, and me dying in those dreams.

"Victoireeee!" Teddy sang into my ear one morning as he sat down next to me at breakfast. I leaned my head away from him so he wouldn't see my baggy eyes. Unaware, he continued, "Guess who's got the most brilliant plan? It involves a cute little girl named Vic, a handsome lad named Ted, and a couple of bloody angry Slytherins. What do you - ?"

When Teddy finally looked at my sleep-deprived face, he shut up. He dropped the doughnut he had been eating and looked at me with worry.

"Victoire," he said carefully.

Before he could continue, I silenced him by speaking.

"Teddy, I want to tell you something."

"Okay, you know I'm here for you."

"I know, I just don't think you will understand if I tell you."

"Vic-" he started, looking hurt.

"That's why I have to show you," I told him.