BANG…BANG…BANG! The bedroom's door slammed open and there stood my father, and he had my mother's limp body in his arms. Her blood was dripping onto the wooden floor. He started to walk towards me, struggling to pick something out of his pocket. After he had failed at doing so, he slung my mother away onto the floor, finally being able to get what he wanted.
He lifted up his hand that was now carrying a large knife. "Time to go see your mommy again!" He screamed. He was about to send the knife down to my heart but, I sprinted towards my window.
I looked down. My room was the farthest off the ground in the Weasley's house, maybe about 40 ft. above the ground. My father had started to charge over to me so, I opened the window and jumped.
Wind was rushing against my body making my blue hair whip around my face. The ground which had seemed so far away was suddenly so close, I was about to hit the ground when… "AAAAAH!" I screamed. Next to me came a gasp from someone, I looked over and it was Ron. It was just a dream.
It had been 1 month after I was left with the Weasleys, and ever since the first night I was here I had been having these types of dreams. I covered my ears and pulled my legs up to my face.
"Hey, Cora" Ron whispered leaping onto my bed. I didn't lift my head up until he started to shake me, which was actually pretty annoying. "What is it Ron!" I gave him my best death stare.
"Whoa, whoa! No need to use the stare!" Ron retreated back to his bed. "I am sorry." I whispered patting the spot on the bed next to me. Then I told him what had happened in the dream. "Wow…" that is all he could say before Mrs. Weasley opened the door and told us that breakfast is ready.
Ok so, I think that this is the last short chapter and I will be making longer ones after this. In fact I am working on it right now tooles!