The Dream

Dreams to me have a mind of their own. Some wizards or witches may believe we have control over them but I don't agree. So many times I've had dreams and wake up without wanting to. I try to close my eyes and shut them closed quickly wanting back the movie inside my head. This is an impossible task for I compare it to trying to catch smoke with my bare hands. Nightmares however, hit the hardest with over-whelming fear. Sometimes you get stuck and can't wake up no matter how hard you try. You're circling around trying to find a way out of your second mind. Sometimes you even wake up but can't open your eyes, your body is holding them shut. It makes me feel trapped with no chance of escaping. Your heart pounding out of your chest feeling like you can't breathe. When you finally do break the barrier you come to a realization. It's not the monster under the bed that we fear the most it's the ones inside our head.

At this instant my dream was slowly turning into a nightmare.

I was running through the Dark Forest without any idea of where I was being led. I was barefoot and wearing a flowing white dress. It started to get tattered by the branches I was running pass. I was following a silvery white light that had caught my attention. It seemed to have a shape of a hyena which I thought was curious. I once was told to exercise the curious with cautious. But, sometimes the desire of wanting to know, overpowers everything. I'm chasing the silvery light through what seems like miles of pure darkness. It suddenly stops and vanishes by a vast and illuminating lake. The moon's reflection was shimming off the water and I seemed to be caught in a trance. A twig behind me snapped and I whipped around to see a laughing Fred.

"You should see your face!" Fred sniggered uncontrollably.

"That is not funny you red haired mongrel!" I said seriously but with a hint of smile. I started chasing him. "Come back here!" I started running around the rim of the lake trying to catch up to him.

"Honestly woman, If you're willing to chase me I'll slow down." He said with a sudden change of tone. He stopped in an instant and I ran head first into him.

"Ouch, that hurt." I whimpered while rubbing my forehead.

"Here, let me." He said sweetly and then pecked a small kiss on head. He then bent down and whispered in my ear. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks." I said feeling chills run all over my skin. The warmth of the kiss seemed to heal my head instantly. But I must say it made me feel weak. He grabbed my hand and started leading me to a towering tree and then sat down against it.

"Blood-pop?" He said offering me a crimson colored lolly.

"Aren't those for vampires?" I said examining it while sitting next to him.

"You should live like there's no tomorrow Granger! It's an acquired taste but if you rather have a taste of me instead, feel free. He then bowed and smirked up at me. "I probably taste way better than what you have daydreamed about. I am sex on a stick." He winked and then handed me the lolly while laughing.

"Who is to say I think about you at all?" I said in an unconvincing tone.

"Oh Granger, one must not tell lies!" he smiled wickedly waving his finger. "If you would loosen up more often you'd be more fun to hang around".

"Thanks Fred." I said feeling as though he had slapped me.

"Oh, Hermione! I'm only…" he started to say before I grabbed his face and kissed him cutting his thought off. He kissed back. Suddenly I was lost in my own head. It was just me and him. I ran my hand through his long shaggy red hair and gripped his head tight. He grabbed my waist and pulled me tight to his chest. He was right, he did taste better than anything that has ever touched my lips. My head was spinning and I felt total warmth throughout every inch of my body. I finally let go of my grip on him and pulled back a little and smiled up at his glowing eyes.

"I love you." I whispered in his ear.

"Granger." He said losing his breath and smiling down at me. He kissed me quickly and was about to speak and then nothing came out.

Instant silence.

A green light had taken over our surroundings and Fred let out a gasp of air and suddenly his eyes were no longer glowing. I looked at him and saw nothing in his eyes. He just was staring at me with lifeless expression and I suddenly lost all my warmth and I was dead cold.

"Fred?" I said in a whisper. I started to shake him. "Fred! Wake up! Please!" My eyes started to fill with tears and I kept sobbing his name. I heard the lake start to crack and turn into ice. I could see my breath in front of me as I tried to lift his body off my own but he was too heavy. I finally wiggled out from underneath and flipped his limp body over. His lips were blue and I pressed my fingers to them. I put his head on my lap and started stroking his hair. Suddenly there was chunks of his hair coming out into my hands I started to hold him tight while whimpering. He started to lose color in his face and then before I could blink a body full of ash collapsed in my lap. The ash started to blow away in the wind. I put my head in my hands sobbing uncontrollably and then heard a noise. I snapped my head back to the center of the lake and seen a cloaked dark figure. The only reason I was able to see an outline was because of the moonlight shining right dead on it. The figure started to laugh. The sound of pure evil rushed though my bones, vibrating. I was consumed by hate and rage took over.

"What did you do!" I screamed. I shot up and starting racing over to the figure. Who knows what was under the cloak but I felt as if I could tear apart nothingness itself. But then, it raised a wand

"Avada Kedavra!"

I woke up.