A/N: Happy Chinese New Year! Second day of Chinese New Year here...and I'm rich...thanks to red packets...well, my angpau(red packet) to y'all here is Chapter16...long wait isn't it? If you don't know what's red packet...I'll tell it to you if you ask...anyway, I'm working on a story with my friend(Michelle), chapter 1 will be out and I'll tell you about it...anyway, Enjoy! Don't forget to review too!

Claire's Worst Nightmare

20th February 2005

Claire Felicity Potter

"Claire! Mom says dinner's ready!" a voice called.

Claire turned towards the source of the voice. She smiled seeing her older sister standing by the doorway, arms crossed and grinning broadly.

"What you got there?" Chris asked.

"My new dolls, I made them," Claire said proudly.

"Wow," Chris praised.

"There's one for Dad, Mom, you and me,"

"It's a happy family," Chris said smiling.

Claire flashed one of her brightest smile and placed the dolls back in their places. And then, hands entwined with Chris, they left the room heading to the kitchen. It didn't take them very long to reach the kitchen, as they lived in a small cottage.

"Princess! Come help me!" Mrs. White said.

"Mom, princesses don't work!" Chris whined.

"Take your sister out for a walk then," Mrs. White said, smiling brightly.

"Fiona, you're spoiling them," came a man's voice who turned out to be Mr. White.

"Oh, Jeremy, what's wrong with that? It's not wrong, considering what we are, we could -"

"Shh! The kids are around!" Mr. White hissed.

Mrs. White checked on their kids. thankfully, they were busy putting the leash on their dog. But Chris heard enough of the conversation to know they weren't safe. It was at that exact moment Chris wanted the war to end. Though You-Know-Who lost all his power 10 years ago, Chris knew he would come back. Claire confided in Chris that she was having terrible nightmares. Claire saw her dead family, dead friends and dead people. She was all alone. Chris knew these weren't just dreams Claire was having.

Later that night during dinner, Chris broke the usually silent atmosphere.

"Mom, are we safe?" she asked.

Mrs. White paled and glanced towards Mr. White, who was also very pale. Chris waited patiently for what was coming. Mrs. White answered hesitantly, "Of course we are, princess."

Chris went back to her soup and Claire was already starting on her piece of chicken. Though nothing was uttered, the atmosphere wasn't calm anymore.

"Claire! Wake up!" Chris said hurriedly.

Claire woke up and immediately heard loud voices downstairs, followed by bangs and the unmistakable shouts of dark curses. Claire panicked.

"Claire! Come on! In here!" Chris shouted and held out the trap door leading to a secret room.

"What's happening?" Claire asked.

"I don't know! Get in there and take cover! Now! And close your eyes! Do not come out until it's safe, do you hear me?" Chris ordered.

Claire didn't answer but she obeyed Chris's words. Chris gulped and entered the trap door with Claire. She secured the door with a powerful spell Mr. White had once taught her. The two of them sat there, sobbing silently.

"They're coming, aren't they?" Claire sobbed.

Chris said nothing. There was a small crack and Chris peeped through it. Immediately, she saw what she hadn't wanted to see. She saw what Claire had been seeing for months, their dead parents.

"Find the girls!" a voice barked.

"There's no one here!" a voice shouted back.

"The Dark Lord wants them!" the other voice hissed.

"There's no use, they've escaped!" another voice shouted from above the secret room.

"Damn it! Let's go! Aurors will be here any second!" the same voice shouted.

Before they left, one of the Death Eaters pointed his wand to the sky and shouted, "Morsmordre!"

Claire knew her dreams had come true. She sat there and sobbed silently until Chris pulled her out.

"Where am I going to go?" Claire sobbed.

"Go to Dan Wally's house! Wait there 'til you come to Beauxbatons next year!" Chris ordered.

"What about you?" Claire asked.

"It's almost morning. I need to meet Colin at his Mansion. I should get going. I'll be back next summer. Everything's going to be alright!" Chris assured.

That was the last time Claire ever saw her sister. Claire went to find Dan Wally but they were murdered by the Death Eaters too. After walking for miles, Claire came across a couple who took her in as their daughter. They thought Claire couldn't talk, as Claire was too traumatized to do so at the time. At the age of 14, Claire ran away after almost being raped by her adopted father. Claire then came across a stranger entering a telephone booth. It was raining heavily and Claire, being small-sized, sneaked in. Soon, a women's voice was heard and the telephone booth was moving downwards. Claire knew she was at the Ministry of Magic; her father'd brought her here once. That's where she spotted a boy wearing a badge "Harry Potter" on the front robes of his and she instantly fell in love with him. She heard the man accompanying him mention that he went to Hogwarts.

Then, she stumbled across a man with an extremely long beard who claimed to be Albus Dumbledore. She told him her situation and Dumbledore helped her find a new family. She stayed with a witch called Linda Felicity. Claire went to Hogwarts starting from 3rd year, taking private lessons with Dumbledore to catch up with the 2 years of education she'd missed. When she was in 5th year, she finally realized that admiring Harry Potter from afar wasn't enough. She started to talk to Harry and made close friends with Ginny. They started dating during her 5th year and got married when Harry was 21 and Claire was 20. With Harry's support, Claire created her own line of fashion clothes. She started with a small boutique which grew into a major designing company. This was Claire Felicity Potter's history.

Suddenly, the image changed. Claire was in a dark room. Harry was nowhere to be seen.

"No! I will never tell you where he is!" Hermione's voice shouted.

Claire was getting a blurred image in the darkness.

"No? Then you would be responsible for Ronald Weasley's death!" Voldemort hissed.

Hermione thought of it but Voldemort was growing impatient. He drew his wand and pointed towards Ron, who was kneeling beside Hermione.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort cried.

With a green flash, Ron Weasley died in an instant. Claire wanted to scream but she needed to know what would happen next. She stifled her mouth to prevent any noises from her.

"Now, be nice and Harry Potter will live," Voldemort taunted.

"He's at Spinner's End," Hermione whispered.

"Good," Voldemort said, cracking into a wicked smile. "Avada Kedavra!" he cried and that instant, Harry Potter was dead.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Claire! Claire!" Harry's faint voice called.

I opened my eyes and struggled with the hands that were holding me. It took me some time to realize I was in my bedroom. Harry was next to me, looking worried. I could feel sweat on every inch of my body. My breath was unsteady. Before I knew it, I flung myself onto Harry's shoulder and sobbed.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Harry asked.

"Nightmare," I replied.

I shut my eyes, trying desperately to forget the image of Harry's dead body. But the image stayed and I kept my eyes close. My nightmare is happening again. First my family; now my husband?

"Anything I can do?" Harry asked.

"I'm just going to take a shower," I said, climbing out of the bed.

"Honey…"

"I'm fine, really!" I said, slightly louder than I meant to.

Harry looked taken aback.

I bit my lips and said, "Look, I don't want to talk about it, okay?"

Harry nodded and sat there, motionless. I sighed and went to take a shower. When I came out of the shower, feeling completely the same, Harry was still sitting on the bed. I knew he wanted to talk about something. I sat beside him and waited.

"Claire, I know you can see things. And I know no one believed you when you were younger, but I do. Tell me, what did you see?"

"No, it was just the first time I had a dream like this," I lied.

"You're lying; you've been waking up in the middle of the night to cry in the toilet for months. You've been screaming in your sleep for weeks. Claire, be honest," Harry said.

"I don't want to talk about it, okay! I'm trying to forget what I see, don't make me remember it!" I said angrily; Harry didn't care about me at all!

"What if it really means something?"

"It's doesn't! I don't want to even think of it! You know how bad it is to have dreams like that, Harry! You know how vicious those images are! Why are you forcing me?" I asked angrily.

"Claire -"

"I don't want to talk about it and that's final!" I shouted and stormed out of the room.

I made my way to my private room. I poured myself a glass of wine and sat on the couch, thinking of nothing in particular. History is repeating itself. If what I see is true, then I can't just sit here doing nothing! I've already lost my entire family, how can I bear to lose Harry now? I close my eyes, desperately trying to shut the image out of my mind. I couldn't remember what happened, but all I knew was that my mind was really tired. I needed some rest and the last thing I remembered was the glass slipping out of my hands as it crashed onto the pure marble floor.

"Claire?" Harry's voice said.

He entered the room tentatively, closing the door silently behind him. He saw Claire on the couch, apparently unconscious. He walked towards her slowly and stepped onto pieces of glass on the floor. Harry picked up a piece of glass and sniffed it. Strong wine, he thought. Harry sighed and picked Claire up. He carried her to their room and lay her down on the bed. He went downstairs to prepare some breakfast.

I opened my eyes quickly and regretted it instantly. My head was hurting badly. I looked around and registered that I was in my room; again. I couldn't face Harry right now! I should leave! And with that, I left the room, took the shortcut toward the guardhouse and apparated away. I wanted to apparate to Hermione's apartment but I guess my mind was too messed up, so here I am, in an unknown pub. I realized it was the pub I used to work at before I met Harry. Gosh, I've got to get out of here! I turned around and found myself face to face with my living-nightmare.

"Hello, Claire. Long time no see," a man said in a deep voice I remembered so well.

"You!" I shouted.

I broke into a run but he was too fast for me. Jared Peters, the man I lived with before I met Harry, caught me in a matter of seconds.

"Now I believe we have unfinished business?" Jared taunted.

I knew he meant the time he almost raped me.

"Please, let me go!" I begged.

Jared ignored my pleas.

"What do you want from me?" I screamed.

"Shut up!" Jared yelled as he slapped me across the cheeks.

"Just let me go!" I pleaded.

Again, he ignored my pleas; he tore the blouse I was wearing. Then I realized I was a witch and I could defend myself! I reached for my wand and realized I'd left it at home. Suddenly, there was a loud bang. I looked up to see Harry standing in front of me. He was furious; I've never seen Harry like this before. There was no sign of care or love in his eyes. There was another bang and Jared was thrown away from me. At once I flung myself towards Harry. He hugged me, wand still pointing towards Jared. I sobbed onto Harry's shoulders.

"It's okay honey, I've got you," Harry comforted.

"If you ever touch her again, I swear it's going to be worse than this!" Harry threatened Jared.

Jared whimpered and he ran away. I held on tight to Harry as he apparated us back home.

"I'm so sorry, Harry!" I cried.

"Everything's fine, now get some rest," Harry said lovingly.

I climbed into the bed and shut my eyes. I can't keep those dreams to myself; Harry needs to know about them.

"I thought I was losing you," I whispered to Harry.

"Well, you're not, honey. Just get some rest; you don't have to tell me about those dreams if you don't want to, alright? Now get some rest," Harry calmed me.

I nodded and closed my eyes; trying desperately to fall asleep. I heard Harry exiting the room but that was the last thing I remembered because the next thing I know, I'm having another bad dream.

I was back in London. I was at the same telephone booth that lead me to the Ministry of Magic. But this time it was a different situation. The normal, peaceful atmosphere of the chilly spring night was broken. People were screaming for help. Death Eaters everywhere were torturing and killing innocents. The number of Death Eaters wasn't twelve anymore, it was almost fifty already. I knew Lord Voldemort was rising again, this time stronger than ever and almost invincible.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" said a sing-song voice.

I spun around and found myself face to face with Lord Voldemort. I was wrong; Lord Voldemort had risen again.

I woke up screaming and yelling. I twisted and turned in my bed, sweat pouring like rain from my body. Harry came bursting into my room.

"Claire! What's wrong?"

"He's back, Harry! This time, almost invincible!" I cried.

"Claire! What are you talking about?"

I felt so angry at Harry; why couldn't he understand that this was urgent? Why, of all times, did he pick now to be an idiot?

"He's back! Voldemort's back!" I said, shaking Harry, hopefully to make him translate my words into his brain.

Harry understood and tried to remain calm. But there was a look in his eye that he couldn't deny; the look of fear.

A/N: Drama! Well, seems like it's been a while I've updated... this is it! Chapter 16:The Drama! I'm so evil...to tell you the truth, I didn't plan it to be like this...with Voldemort and everything...I know, why can't he just DIE? Well, actually my friend(Michelle) mentioned about Voldemort and she just stupidly said, "Wished Voldemort was here." and i just thought, hey, why not?