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Chapter 6

"Dreaming of Wolves"

The air was so cool. Why does it all feel so real. The wind rushing around me. I couldn't make myself open my eyes. I could hear my mother. She was holding me. She is running and crying. We got into a house and she laid me on a bed and told me not to move as she left. The room was dark . The only light was from the full moon outside. I could hear the wolves. They were surrounding the house. They sounded like they were laughing.

I cracked the door slightly to look out. I saw my mother sitting at a table with her head down. It sounded like she was crying. She was afraid.

"Come out Rowan. Come out and play." There was this growling voice outside. When he spoke my mother tensed up.

"Don't be afraid Rowan, we just want to talk." The voice spoke again. My mother then looked up and saw me standing there. I could see she was crying. She ran to me and picked me up in her arms and cried.

"Forgive me Gracie. I tried so hard to protect you."

"Hahaha, fine Rowan. You want to do it the hard way." Laughed the voice. My mother put me down and grabbed my hand and we ran out the back door. The wolves stormed in the house. I could hardly keep up with my mothers pace. The wolves were now on our tail. My mother couldn't fight them off any longer , so we just kept running. I couldn't see where I was going, and soon I tripped on a tree root. Me falling down also caused my mother to do the same.

"Mommy I'm scared." I cried.

"I know baby, I am to."

"Hahaha, we told you resistance would get you nowhere Rowan. You know what we want." I could hear the voice and the tree leaves crackling under their footsteps, but I still couldn't see them.

"Over my dead body." Muttered my mom.

"Ha, fine" out of nowhere a huge wolf lunged at my mom. She pulled out her wand and started to fight it. My heart was racing. I couldn't breathe.

"Gracie! Gracie wake up! Wake up." I felt someone shaking me. My eyes shot open and Ginny was at my bedside shaking me. I was drenched in a cold sweat. Also in the room was Fred and George standing over me, Ron who was by Ginny, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasly ran in.

"What's going on in here?" asked Mr. Weasly in a panic. Mrs. Weasly ran to my side.

"Are you alright dear?" she asked. I was still shaking. I couldn't speak, but I shook my head no. That dream was of my past. I know it.

"Did you have a nightmare? What was with the screaming?" asked George. I still couldn't speak. Ginny took my shaking hands into hers and tried to soothe me.

"Tell us what happened." said Ginny.

"Werewolves" I finally spoke up. They all had a look of shock.

"Werewolves? Your dream was about werewolves?" asked Ron.

"It wasn't a dream, it was a vision from my past. Those wolves were chasing my mother and myself, they were after something, and I think it's me." The was a long moment of silence. It was like they were trying to think of something to say. Finally Mrs. Weasly spoke up.

"Arthur, call for Bill. If anyone knows about werewolf families, he should." said Mrs. Weasly.

"I'm on it." He ran downstairs. I couldn't go back to sleep after that. So we all went downstairs. I sat between Fred and George on the couch and Ron and Ginny were all in arm chairs. Mrs. Weasly was in the kitchen making tea for everyone. Because I finally caught the time, three in the morning. She passed out the tea glasses to everyone. My hands were still shaking, I was afraid I would drop the cup. George gently grabbed my hand to make it stop shaking and he gave me a reassuring smile.

"Its going to be ok. So stop stressing out." said George.

"Will your brother really be able to help he?" I asked.

"Well he should. After a bad run in with a werewolf he became an pretty good expert on the werewolf families around. If you describe the wolfs to him he can probably tell us what clan we are dealing with." said Fred.

"Didn't you say that journal of your said to stay away from the wolves?" asked Ginny.

"Ya, but it didn't really say much about the wolves themselves. In my dream it sounded like the pack leader knew my mother on a personal level. The way he talked to her. My mother was afraid of him. He wanted something, I think he wanted me. Because my mother said she was sorry she couldn't protect me. So it has to be me he wants." I sighed deeply and chugged the rest of my tea down.

"alright, Bill should be here any minute." Mr. Weasly walked in.

"Ha, Fleur probably wasn't at all thrilled about waking up so early" snickered Fred. Fleur I'm guessing is Bills wife. Suddenly the fireplace lit up in a green flame, and two people stumbled in. Bill was a tall man. His red hair was pulled back into a pony tail, but there was still some hanging down the side of his face. He was wearing a white button down shirt and jeans with a long brown trench coat. Fleur was standing beside him. She was absolutely beautiful. Her skin looked perfect, her long blond hair cascading down her face. She was wearing sandals and a silk night robe, a beautiful one at that. You could tell she didn't care to get dressed. But she was still beautiful.

"Alright, sorry I'm late." said Bill

"It's good to see you dear." Mrs. Weasly came to him and wrapped her tall son in a hug.

"Oh Fleur you look tired." joked Fred.

"Well what do you expect? It is three in the morning." growled Fleur. Bill leaned in to kiss her head to simmer her down.

"Alright then, you must be Gracie." Bill smiled and shook my hand. Fleur also looked at me and smiled.

"My word, you are such a beautiful girl. I can see why George is so intrigued with you." I could feel myself blushing and so was George.

"Alright Gracie. Tell me about your wolves." I sat back down between Fred and George and sighed. The wolves secret dwelling inside me.