All the days, you were dead,
dead wrong.
All the ways, you have said,
said wrong.
All of the same, mistakes you made,
wrong.
Look for excuses.
Wait for your big break.
I'm turning my leaf over.

-

The basilisk is dead, I killed it. Ginny wakes up and I smile at her. Fawkes saves my life and whisks us away. I'm a hero once again but I feel empty. Lucius Malfoy walks in and puts on his little act. I still feel empty.

I free Dobby and I don't feel so empty anymore.

I study the way Dobby's eyes light up, the smile on his face and the glee in his voice. He is happy and I am happy for him.

I don't want to kill. I don't want to hurt anyone. I just want everyone to be happy. I want everyone to be free from fear.

Someday I will be free, in life or in death.

-

November 6th, 3:35AM Sunday
Lovegood Mansion, Living Room

A long white hallway stretched out in front of me. Sunlight shown through large windows. I was running blindly. A soft, warm hand was held in my own. I wanted to turn around and see who it was but I couldn't. All I could do was continue on, running as fast as my feet would carry me.

A dark figure rushed along ahead just in front of me. Every few seconds the figure's head would turn to glance back but I couldn't make out the face, only a dark shadow and two glowing eyes. We turned and ran toward a door. The door flew open and we rushed inside a small, gray room. The dark figure stopped and said something to me but the sound was muffled and incoherent.

The shadow pulled me forward and I could feel the hand I was holding slipping away. My mouth fell open in horrified surprise and I furtively grasped the air in attempt to find the hand once again. For a moment I thought I felt something and I twisted in the dark figures grasp as I tried to turn around. It was too late and the shadows overtook me.

The mansion seemed to sense my distress as I sat up and pushed the blankets off me. It was hot in the bedroom and my skin was covered in sweat. I bent forward and cupped my face in my hands as I fought to catch my breath.

When I finally moved my hands away and looked around the room the walls seemed to be moving. Quiet whispers were coming from everywhere but I couldn't make out what they were saying. The whispered words soon became more insistent and wary. The mansion seemed to be trying to warn me of something.

I didn't feel safe sitting alone in the dark. I couldn't tell if it was the nightmare that had me on edge or some kind of real danger but I decided that I wasn't going to sit around and find out.

The candles came to life with just a thought and I slowly got dressed and cleaned up. It was still early but there was no way I was going to be able to get back to sleep. Without a second thought as to why I was doing it, I packed up my backpack, grabbed my wand and made my way out into the maze of hallways in search of the kitchen.

November 6th 9AM, Saturday
Lovegood Mansion, Dining Room

It was around nine when my nervousness seemed to reach new heights. No one else had yet joined me for breakfast, even Luna hadn't made her usual stop in to give me some strange type of morning greeting. The walls of the mansion still undulated restlessly and the ceiling followed suit a half hour earlier, creating the illusion of being surrounded by dark and turbulent waters.

The large grandfather clock sitting at one end of the living room chimed the start of the hour, the room stopped moving and the mansion became silent. I could feel the tension in the air and it reminded me of the calm before a storm.

Five minutes later I was still sitting quietly at the dining room table, a halfeaten plate of eggs forgotten in front of me. Suddenly the orange juice in my glass made a slight sloshing noise. I studied it closely and after a few seconds a small ripple spread over the surface.

That's how it began, with small, insignificant tremors which soon built up into loud bangs and thuds. The dining room table was shaking, hell, the whole mansion seemed to be shaking. It reminded me of a funhouse as I slowly made my way to the doorway leading out of the dining room.

"What the hell is happening?!" Draco screamed as he ran down the hall towards me. Khalida was a few steps behind him and they both came to a crashing halt in front of me.

"I don't know," I replied fearfully, "It just started when I was in the dining room. It feels like somethings shaking the whole damn place."

"Where's Luna?" Khalida asked as she glanced around nervously.

"I didn't see her on the way here," Draco said thoughtfully, "Perhaps she's still in her bedroom."

A sick feeling dropped into the pit of my stomach and I turned on my heel to rush down the hall. We found Luna's bedroom completely empty, actually it looked as if no one had been there for days.

"When was the last time any of us saw Luna?" I asked in a shaky voice. Draco and Khalida gave me confused looks as they thought to themselves.

"Was she at breakfast yesterday?" Draco asked.

"I don't know," Khalida replied with a shrug, "I really don't remember the last time I saw her."

"Neither do I," I said with a frown. Something wasn't right. I remembered what Luna looked like, what her voice sounded like and even the way she walked but as hard as I tried I couldn't remember the last time I had seen the strange woman or spoken to her.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," Draco said with a tight grimace, Khalida and I both nodded in agreement. The mansion gave another huge lurch and I grabbed onto Draco's arm as he fell into the wall. Another tremor followed soon after and it seemed to originate beneath our feet.

"The dungeons," I gasped in realization, "Luna's in the dungeons!"

I grabbed Draco's hand and ran down the hallway. I was reminded of my nightmare for a moment but quickly shoved the memory away. There was no dark figure running in front of me, only Khalida trailing along behind. No large windows lined the walls letting in bright sunlight. The path stretching out in front of us was dark black, not white.

A feeling of reluctance came over me as we descended into the lower levels of the mansion. I had been down there before for training but when I remembered the time I'd met Luna in the circular room I became frightened and nervous. I had no way of knowing what we would find in that room.

"Bloody hell," Draco whispered as the walls around us heaved and groaned. A large bang sounded somewhere a few feet away and I paused for a brief moment to take a look around.

"This way," I stated as I pulled Draco down another dark corridor, a small white door with no handle becoming visible through the shadows.

"Is that it?" Khalida asked from behind me.

"I think so," I replied shakily, "That's where I ran into Luna that day." Khalida and Draco gave me questioning looks.

"That day that I got pissed during practice and hit the wall," I explained hesitantly, "I took off running and I found Luna down here."

"You never told me that," Draco stated crossly.

"I didn't really want to talk about it," I responded apologetically, "The whole thing was pretty wierd. It was basically Luna being her strange self."

The lie came out easily. It wasn't really a lie after all, more like a half-truth. I didn't want to tell Khalida and Draco about my chat with Bellatix Lestrange, even though I knew I should.

"Death lived and breathed in his eyes," I whispered softly.

"What was that?" Draco asked in confusion.

"Nothing," I replied with a shrug. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by another loud bang. The floor underneath us shook for a few seconds and I reached out to grip the wall to keep from falling.

"Let's keep going," Khalida suggested and I nodded in agreement.

The tremors rocking the mansion seemed to become more frequent as we neared the small white door. Draco gave my hand a reassuring squeeze and I did the same in reply, accompanying the action with a slight smile and nod.

The door suddenly opened with a loud snap and the air around us seemed to shiver with anticipation. A thick, gray mist poured out from the doorway and I instinctively pulled my shirt over my mouth and nose. I could hear Draco coughing next to me so I motioned him to do the same.

"Leave," a voice whispered.

"Luna, is that you," I called out into the mist.

"Leave now," Luna sobbed from somewhere inside the room.

"Just tell us what's wrong Luna," Khalida pleaded, "I'm sure we can help you." I was surprised by Khalida's comment, I thought she hated Luna.

The floor trembled underneath us for a minute or two and I collapsed to my knees, dragging Draco along with me. Khalida grabbed us both and pulled us to our feet. Draco gave her a grateful smile but my attention remained fixed on the misty doorway down the hall.

"Luna," I yelled in a stern tone, "Come out here now." An unearthly scream echoed through the corridor and we all took a step back.

"Too late," Luna wailed, "It's all too late." Her voice seemed to be getting louder which meant that she was coming closer.

"Help me," she sobbed pitifully as she fell through the doorway onto the hallway floor.

At least I assumed that the thing on the floor was Luna. It sounded like her but it definitely didn't look like her. Her hair was a pale gray color and her skin appeared old and wrinkled. She pushed herself off the floor and I screamed as she turned to face us.

"Your eyes," Draco gasped in a horrified tone.

Luna's eyes were no longer black and they were not white, instead they were completely gone. Two empty sockets seemed to stare at us, blood dripping from each hole.

"I had to make them stop," Luna whispered hoarsely, "They wouldn't stop coming and I had to make them stop. I had to stop seeing, I had to..." Her voice trailed off into incoherent mumbling and I made a move to help her.

"Stop!" she screamed, "Don't come any closer! Stay away from me! Leave!"

"But Luna, you're hurt," I stated as I took a step towards her. She backed away quickly and when she spoke her voice was no longer her own. Instead it seemed to drop an octave until it was quite deep and the mist rippled as she spoke.

"The contract must be fulfilled," Luna said, "He will call upon the contract and it will come to pass. We must stop the contract from coming to pass."

"I think we should get out of here," Draco stated worriedly.

"We can't just leave her here."

"Jenny," Khalida said sternly, "Look at her, she's out of her mind."

Luna let out a loud hiss and lunged toward us, causing us to back away quickly. I fell into Draco who in turn fell into Khalida which sent us all spiraling toward the floor. Luna was on her hands and knees a few feet away. Her hands had turned claw-like and huge fangs descended from behind her upper lip.

"She's a vampire," I gasped.

"No, she's no vampire," Khalida stated as she shook her head fiercely.

"Well then what the hell is she?" Draco asked in annoyance.

"Some kind of demon maybe," Khalida replied.

"Who the fuck cares?" I asked loudly. The mansion shook once again and I sneezed when a small cloud of dust descended from the ceiling, landing directly on my nose.

"Ow!" Draco exclaimed, "What the bloody hell was that?" Draco was rubbing the back of his head as Khalida plucked a small stone off the floor.

"I think it fell from the ceiling," Khalida stated as she studied the rock.

"Must destroy the contract," Luna hissed threateningly, "We must destroy the contract."

The floor gave another gigantic lurch and the walls trembled violently. I winced as another cloud of dust fell down upon me. A few seconds later a sharp pain ran down my spine as a rock connected with the back of my neck. I picked up one of the small rocks laying near me and studied it for a moment.

The walls of the forest crumbled around us
and pieces of stone and wood fell upon our heads

"Shit!" I exclaimed, "We've got to get out of here now!"

"What…" Draco began but I interrupted him.

"Just go!" I yelled as I grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hallway.

"But what about Luna," Khalida asked as she ran next to me. I closed my eyes for a moment before shaking my head sadly.

"She's already gone," I stated as I continued down the corridor.

"What's the hurry?" Draco asked worriedly. A loud bang rang out off to our right and another cloud of stone and dust fell from the ceiling.

"That's why," I replied as our footsteps echoed on the cold stone beneath our feet, "Do you remember what I wrote in my journal?"

"Not really," Draco admitted guiltily.

"Pieces of stone and wood fell upon our heads," Khalida muttered hesitantly and I nodded in reply. "Do you remember the rest of it?"

"Somewhat," I responded, "but my journal is in my backpack and that's still sitting in the dining room."

"Damn, we forgot about Hermione," Draco stated nervously, "One of us should go get her while someone else goes and gets the backpack and all of our notes."

"The notes are in the backpack so if we get that we'll have everything except for what you guys need to get," I replied as we turned around a corner and headed up a long flight of stone steps.

"I can replace my clothes," Draco responded and Khalida nodded in agreement. We stopped at the end of a corridor and discussed who should go where.

"Draco and I will go get Hermione," I said to Khalida as I motioned towards the dining room, "you go and get my backpack and meet us out front." Khalida nodded in understanding and took off down the corridor to the right.

"Let's go," Draco said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hallway to the left.

As we made our way toward Hermione's bedroom the shower of stones and dust became heavier and heavier until Draco and I were coughing wildly, fighting to catch our breath. I glanced nervously at Draco when we finally stopped in front of the bedroom door. It was quiet on the other side of the wood, deathly quiet.

"Hermione," I called out as I tapped at the door. Draco pushed me out of the way and quickly opened the door.

"Granger!" Draco exclaimed as he made his way toward the bed.

"What is it?"

"It's Granger, she's hurt," Draco yelled as another pile of rocks fell down on us. I covered my head the best I could and winced as a particularly sharp stone cut through one of the knuckles on my right hand.

Hermione was lying on the bed and she was completely still. Her chest was rising and falling slightly but other than that she appeared to be dead. A large stone lay on her pillow and a pool of blood had formed underneath her head, staining the white pillowcase a nasty shade of red.

"What are we going to do?" I asked shakily. Draco gathered Hermione up into his arms and headed for the door.

"We'll have to get her to a hospital," Draco called out as he ran through the doorway and out into the hall. I rushed to follow him and a few moments later we made our way out onto the front lawn where Khalida was waiting, my backpack slung over her left shoulder.

"What happened?" Khalida asked worriedly.

"A rock got her in the head," Draco explained as Khalida tore off a piece of her cloak and wrapped it carefully around Hermione's head.

"How in the hell are we going to get her to hospital?" Draco asked and Khalida just shook her head in confusion.

"The Dementors," I stated suddenly and they both stared at me as if I was completely insane.

"The Dementors can travel anywhere," I explained, "I'm sure they could get us to St. Mungo's or something."

"I suppose we don't really have a choice," Khalida admitted reluctantly.

"Go ahead," Draco added as he adjusted Hermione's weight in his arms, "You'll do it whether I agree or not."

"True, but I thought it was polite to ask," I replied with a smirk.

Calling the Dementors the second time was much easier then the first. I closed my eyes and reached out to them with my mind. Once I could hear a small whisper in the distance I focused in on it and commanded it to come closer. A few minutes later we were surrounded by a group of about thirty floating, cloaked figures.

"You called upon us Master," the whisper said solemnly.

"We need to get to St. Mungo's," I replied quickly, "Can you get us there?" One of the Dementors broke from the circle and moved toward me.

"We can Master, but if you wish to travel past the wards each of you will need to be in contact with one of us." I grimaced at the thought of touching a Dementor but nodded in reply.

"He says that we need to be in contact with them to get past the wards," I explained to Draco and Khalida and they both had expressions of disgust on their faces.

"The girl is hurt," I told the Dementor in front of me, "One of you will need to carry her."

"Of course," the Dementor replied before another Dementor glided over to Draco and took Hermione from his arms. Draco immediately fainted but another Dementor floated over quickly and caught him before he hit the ground.

"I don't know about this," Khalida said as a Dementor glided over to stand next to her. She shivered slightly as the Dementor snaked a cold, boney arm around her waist and pulled her close. The lead Dementor moved toward me but I closed the distance and fought back the bile rising in my throat as it pulled me to its chest.

"Hold on," the Dementor whispered and I nodded in understanding.

The first time I traveled by floo powder I knew I hated it. Traveling by portkey wasn't much better and apparition was downright scary. But nothing, and I mean nothing, was more horrifying and disgusting then traveling by Dementor. The trip to St. Mungo's was like floating through dirty, polluted water. Everything was dark, dingy and the Dementors stunk of rotted flesh.

"Somebody help my friend!" I yelled loudly as we finally appeared in the lobby of St. Mungo's. Everyone waiting in line glanced at us for a few seconds before running off screaming bloody murder.

"Boy, you'd think they'd never seen Dementors before," I muttered as we moved down one of the hallways.

"Look, there's a healer," Khalida yelled loudly.

"You guys better get out of here," I stated to the Dementors and the one standing behind me nodded in understanding.

"Call on us again if you so desire," the cloaked figure whispered before disappearing into the shadows with his companions trailing behind.

They had dropped Draco on the floor but they had laid Hermione on an abandoned stretcher on one side of the hallway. I called out to the older brown-haired healer walking toward us and sighed in relief as he rushed to Hermione's side.

"What happened here?" he asked as he carefully pulled away the piece of cloth wrapped around Hermione's head.

"She was hit by a stone," I explained, "and now she won't wake up."

"She's gone into shock," the healer explained as he motioned to a nurse to move Hermione into a room nearby, "You'll have to wait out here."

After he disappeared through the doorway Khalida and I turned our attention toward Draco who was still lying unconscious on the cold, white floor. I shook him gently and he mumbled under his breath. I slapped him lightly on the cheek and he immediately bolted awake.

"What the bloody hell was that for?" he asked as he cupped his cheek in his hand.

"Just a love tap," I said innocently, "I thought you might like to know that Hermione is in there with a doctor. Apparently she's gone into shock from blood loss."

"I figured as much," Draco stated as he pushed himself to his feet and brushed off his robes.

"Hey you three!" a voice called out from the other end of the corridor, "Stay where you are!"

"Aurors!" Draco gasped.

"How do we get out of here? I already sent the Dementors back."

"There's an apparition room at the end of the next corridor," Khalida explained as she pulled us around the corner, "It's the last door to the left."

"Hey, I said stay where you are!" the man yelled once again just as a bright yellow light zoomed over our heads.

"Warning shot," Draco explained.

"Let's go!" Khalida yelled as she began to run in front of us. I reached out and grabbed Draco's hand with my own, pulling him down the corridor as quickly as possible.

When we were halfway to the door I realized why I had a horrible case of déjà vu. It was the white walls that surrounded us and the large windows letting in the sunlight. Khalida was running in front of me, her dark cloak billowing behind her. She glanced back at us but the bright sunlight hid her face. I could feel Draco's hand in my own, his soft, warm skin cradled in my palm.

It was my dream. This was my dream and now that I knew what was going to happen I knew that I could keep it from happening.

Khalida paused in front of a door and it immediately flew open. We entered a small, gray room and I squeezed Draco's hand tightly, reassuring myself that he was still there.

"Hold onto me and I'll apparate us somewhere safe," Khalida said as she turned toward me. She pulled me to her and I could feel Draco's hand slipping away.

It was happening just as it happened in my dream. I grasped at the air in an attempt to find his hand once again. I brushed up against his arm with one finger and I twisted away from Khalida. I turned around just in time to see an auror grabbing Draco from behind and pulling him out of the room. He cried out and reached toward me.

"Draco!" I yelled as I lunged toward him.

"Jenny!" Draco called out as another auror headed through the doorway toward us.

"It's too late!" Khalida yelled as she grabbed me around the waist and apparated away.

November 7th 1PM, Sunday
Safe Haven

Draco Malfoy, son of You-Know-Who's second in command
CAPTURED!

The headline glared up at me from the front page of the Daily Prophet in my hands. I had read through the article a few times and my eyes kept being drawn to one paragraph in particular.

The Ministry of Magic is threatening a life sentence in Azkaban if Mr. Malfoy does not divulge the location of Miss Jenny Riddle and the vampire, Khalida List. Both are wanted by the Ministry and both are considered armed and extremely dangerous.

"They know he won't say anything," Khalida explained as she peered over my shoulder, "It's just a trap."

"I know," I stated as I folded the paper and laid it on the table in front of me.

I pulled my journal from my backpack and flipped through the pages until I found the one I was looking for. Khalida was completely silent as I read it aloud.

"My friend, did you not call out to me? Why did I wake up?
Did you not touch me? Why am I so disturbed?
Did a god pass by? Why are my muscles trembling?
Enkidu, my friend, I have had a fourth dream,
and the dream I had was deeply disturbing.
The walls of the forest crumbled around us
and pieces of stone and wood fell upon our heads
I ran quickly to escape, expecting you to follow
but when I turned I saw you imprisoned
captured in the jaws of a darkened monster
The forest sank underneath us as I fought to release you."

"Captured in the jaws of a darkened monster," Khalida whispered in an ominous tone.

"Azkaban," I stated assuredly.

"What was the next part?"

"The forest sank underneath us as I fought to release you," I replied in a confused tone. "Do you think it means that Azkaban is going to sink?"

"It is on an island," Khalida said thoughtfully, "So maybe…"

"Well, it doesn't really matter," I interrupted with a frown, "Either way the dream isn't over yet and we still have one to go."

"And what about what Luna said?"

"What about it?"

"The contract…"

"I'm pretty sure I've got that figured out," I replied as I leaned back into the couch and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Well…?"

"It's me," I stated firmly, "I'm the contract."