Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by the wonderful J.K Rowling, not me.
Prologue
Nightmares.
The only thing that Jean Granger had ever wanted was a baby. So, you could not imagine her delight, after three years of her and her husband trying, when she found out she was pregnant.
When she told her husband, John, he hugged his wife tightly with a large smile on his face. It truly seemed like all of her dreams were coming true. That was, of course, until the nightmares began.
Every night it was the same one and Jean always awoke in a cold sweat.
It started with a young girl who couldn't possibly be older than six. She had bushy brown her as well as brown doe eyes that seemed to hold something sinister in them. The girl had a smirk on her face. " Chase me, Mummy! " That was what Jean would always do. Run after the girl who had scampered off. The child always lead her to this beautiful old castle that seemed as if it were from a Fairytale. Unfortunately, inside was quite the opposite.
Inside the castle felt cold. The walls were bare, giving the castle a dreary feel to it. She had lost sight of the little girl. Then, Jean always came to a set of double oak doors. She tentatively pushed one open and walked inside. Inside the room was a gruesome sight. Yes, the little girl was in there but what was around her made Jean feel ill. The room was full of dead bodies, each one had a look of horror on their faces. The floor looked like a river of blood. Then, the child gave her a somewhat innocent look before saying, " I had to kill them. They were in my tried to stop me from becoming powerful. "
The nightmare ended there.
The very first time that Jean had the nightmare, she thought it was simply a fluke. Then the second time merely a coincidence. It was the third time she had it that she became afraid. Not afraid of the nightmare, but her unborn child. As absurd as it sounded, what if the dreams were visions? What if they came true? A knot formed in her stomach making her quickly run into the bathroom before throwing up.
Every night as the pregnancy progressed, the nightmares scared her more and more. When people asked about the baby, Jean always plastered on a fake smile and talked about how excited she was. Was it wrong that when the baby started kicking she was filled with a sense of dread?.
It didn't make sense. A nightmare making her wary about a child that had yet to be born. Jean just prayed that it was her hormones and that the baby would be fine.
She'd never told John about the nightmares. They'd sound silly. Yet still, as she rested a hand on top of her swollen tummy, she considered telling him. Just for that small bit of reassurance. For that one reason not to hate her baby.
Author Note: I'd like to thank The Grimm Storyteller for Betaing this and doing a wonderful job on it