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Chapter 4

"So that's it?"

Harry nodded, a broad smiled was plastered on his face. "Ya, Professor McGonagall asked me to join the Quidditch team."

"Blimey!" Ron said. "You must be the youngest Seeker in-"

"A century." Harry finished. "Wood told me."

Everyone just sat in silence, their mouths hanging open.

Harry grinned. "I start training in a week. Only don't tell anyone, Wood wants to keep it a secret."

Fred and George Weasley now came into the hall, spotted Harry and hurried over.

"Well done," said George in a low voice. "Wood told us. We're on the team too- Beaters."

"I tell you, we're gonna win that Quidditch Cup for sure this year," said Fred. "We haven't won since Charlie left, but this year's team is going to be brilliant. You must be good, Harry, Wood was almost skipping when he told us."

"Anyway, we've got to go. Lee Jordan reckons he's found a new secret passage out of the school."

"Bet it's that one behind the statue of Gregory the Smarmy that we found in our first week. See you."

As the twins left, they were placed with the not so friendly faces of Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle.

Vivian stiffened when she saw them, and her hands clenched into tight fists.

"Having a last meal, Potter? When are you getting the train back to the Muggles?"

"You're a lot braver now that you're on the ground with the help of your goon sidekicks."

There was a heavy tension is the air, but neither boy could do anything because the teacher's table was right across from them.

'I could take you anytime," said Malfoy. "Tonight. Wizard's duel. Wands only- no contact."

Ron jumped up. "You're on. I'll be his second. Whose yours?"

Malfoy turned to Goyle and Crabbe, sizing them up. "Crabbe. Midnight alright? We'll meet you in the trophy room, that's always unlocked."

When Malfoy had gone, Vivian turned to Ron.

"What is a wizard's duel? And what do you mean his second?"

"Well, there's a second to take over if you die," "Ron said casually.

"RONALD WEASLEY!" Vivian roared, standing up out of her seat. She was shaking with anger. "How dare you send my brother to a blood bath."

Ron threw his hands up, "Calm down, Vivian. It's only a blood bath for full grown wizards. The worst Draco and Harry can do is send sparks at each other."

"It's alright," Harry said, placing a gentle hand on his sister's shoulder. "I can take him."

"Harry, you can't be serious." Viv said with pleading eyes. "You almost just got expelled because of Malfoy and if you get caught tonight, then you definitely will get expelled tonight. Please, for me, let this go."

Harry groaned and ran a hand through his thick hair. "Vivian, that will mean endless taunting from Malfoy for the rest of my stay at Hogwarts. I can't not go."

"Excuse me," Hermoine said walking up. "I couldn't help but overhear what you and Malfoy were saying-"

Ron rolled his eyes. "Bet you could." He muttered.

"-you cannot be seriously thinking about sneaking out at night. I absolutely forbid it. You will get expelled for sure and think of all the points you will lose."

"Its really none of your business." Harry said coolly.

"Goodbye," said Ron.

That night Harry and Ron waited until all of the boys had fallen asleep in their dorm before sneaking down to the common room. A few embers were still glowing in the fireplace, turning all of the armchairs into hunched black shadows. They had almost reached the portrait hole when a voice spoke from the chair nearest to them: "I can't believe you're going to do this, Harry."

A lam flickered on. It was Hermoine Granger, wearing a pink dressing gown and a frown.

"You!" said Ron furiously. "Go back to bed."

"I'm here because Vivian asked me to. She's worried sick that you're gonna run off and get yourself killed."

Harry paused. "Why isn't she here herself."

Hermoine stepped forward. "Because she is exhausted! She spends every night trapped in an awful nightmare. I here her whimper at night, sometimes scream. She didn't want me to tell you because she knew you'd worry, but it has been going on for weeks."

Harry cursed. "I thought her nightmares had stopped. We have to take her to Dumbledore."

"We can't," Ron said grabbing Harry's arm. "Malfoy's waiting for us."

"But my sister-"

"Can wait. I promise we'll fix it in the morning. Right now focus on beating Malfoy."

A few seconds of silence lapsed between the three before Harry said, "Come on, Ron." He pushed open the portrait of the Fat Lady and climbed through the hole.

Hermoine wouldn't give up that easily. She followed Ron through the portrait hole, hissing at them like an angry goose.

"Don't you care about your sister or Gryffindor? Do you only care about yourselves?"

"I care about my sister," Harry hissed. "But that's not the issue right now so go away."

"Alright, fine! I warned you though, you just remember that when you're on the train heading home without your sister. You're so-"

Hermoine had turned around and gasped. The Fat Lady had disappeared, leaving them trapped in the hallway, locked out of the Gryffindor Tower.

"Great, now what am I going to do? I guess I'm stuck with you."

Ron groaned. "Just my luck."

Welcome back, my dear.

Vivian gasped. She was back in the cupboard, the same chilling voice speaking to her like a whisper in her ear.

"What do you want from me?" she cried. "Why do you keep dragging me back here every night. I want to be left alone. I need to be alone."

The voice laughed. "How cute of you, to think that you had control over your dreams. I will come back whenever I please and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Don't you realize who I am?"

"No, please tell me!"

More laughter. "I don't think I will. However, I do have a little present for you."

She screamed when she felt a cold blade piece her arm, dragging a thin line down her wrist, causing blood to well up and drip to the floor.

She dropped to the floor, clutching her wrist as tears streamed down her face.

More laughter.

"Goodbye my dear, I will see you tomorrow."

Vivian woke up to Hermoine standing closely next to her bed.

"Vivian, you're never gonna believe what I just did!"

"Wha-" Vivian mumbled, looking out of the window to see the sun just beginning to rise.

"Harry and Ron snuck out exactly like you said they would and I was waiting for them down in the common room. I tried to stop them and we all ended up locked out of the Gryffindor Tower!"

"You what?" Vivian shouted, fully awake now.

Hermoine nodded her head quickly. "And I had no choice but to follow them and we went to the trophy room like Malfoy instructed and he wasn't there. He tricked us and when we arrived, Flich was walking around clearly looking for people. We had to sprint to the nearest room and guess where we ended up?"

"Where?"

"In the forbidden corridor on the third floor!"

"Hermoine!" Vivian said, sitting up. "Why would you go there, off all places?"

Hermoine threw her hand up. "We had no choice, it was the only available door. And there's more."

Vivian groaned. "Please say you didn't get caught."

"No, but in the room was a giant three-headed dog. And get this, it was standing over a large wooden trap door. It was guarding something!"

"Hermoine Granger! There is probably something super important to the school hidden there. Of course they're gonna have something guarding it. I can't believe you didn't get caught and I'm very glad your not dead after what you did last night. Now if you let me get ready, I'll meet you down for breakfast and I can give Harry and Ron a serious talking to."

When Hermoine had left and quietly closed the door behind her, Vivian let out a sign of agony. Her nightmare was still fresh in her mind, as was every other one from the previous nights. As she reached down to pull the covers off of her, she gasped when she noticed thick red blood soaked into her sheet. Glancing down at her arm, an ugly red scab had formed exactly where the knife had cut her in her dream. She grew pale the longer she stared at it, whatever was communicating with her, it could now physically hurt her as well.

After several minutes, she finally was able to crawl out of bed and throw on her robes, making sure her wound could not be seen as she gently wrapped it with gauze.

Harry and the rest of the gang was already seated at the Gryffindor table. Squeezing in between Neville and Ron, Vivian turned towards Harry.

"Anything unusual happen last night, brother?"

Harry turned red as he exchanged worried glances with Ron. "Umm-"

"There was really nothing to it," Ron said casually. "Harry had to defend his honor as any other man should."

Viv grimanced. "Harry is eleven! And not only did you almost get caught, but you almost got killed last night! Hermoine told me everything."

The two boys sent angry glares over at the culprit sitting farther down the table.

"Of course she would."

"That doesn't matter." said Vivian. "What matters is that you risked your life over something so silly as a playdate with Malfoy of all people. How could you do that?"

"How could you not tell me about your nightmares." Harry countered back.

Vivian lost the color in her face. "How did you-"

"Looks like I'm not the only one Hermoine tells things to."

It was Vivian's turn to send an angry glare at Hermoine. "Don't worry about them, Harry. I have everything under control and they aren't that bad."

"Aren't that bad!" Harry said setting down his bagel. "If they're anything like last times-"

"Harry, you promised you would never speak of that again."

"What happened last time?" Ron said, stuffing his face with goodies.

"Nothing." said Viv grimly.

The conversation was interrupted when hundreds of owls began flying in through the large windows. Hazel flew over to Vivian and nipped her ear affectionately while Hedwig carried Harry's new broomstick.

"Blimey!" said Ron. "The letter says this is a Nimbus Two Thousand. That's the latest model!"

Harry beamed and they stood up to go open it in the common room.

"What's that?" said Malfoy, appearing from nowhere.

Before Harry could answer, Draco grabbed the package and held it up. "It's a broomstick! Oh, you're in for it this time, first years aren't allowed to have them."

Ron couldn't help himself. "It's not any old broomstick," he said. "it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you had at home, a Comet Two Sixty?" Ron grinned at Harry. "Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus."

"What would you know about it, Wealsey you couldn't afford half the handle, "Malfoy sneered. "I suppose you and your brothers had to save up, twig by twig."

Before Ron could answer, Professor Flitwick appeared at Malfoy's shoulder.

"Not arguing I hope, boys?" he squeaked.

"Professor, I caught Harry with a broomstick, and first years aren't allowed to have them."

"Ah, yes." Professor Flitwick said. "I was informed of your situation. I believe congratulations are in order."

Harry smiled at Draco's shocked face. "Thank you, Professor. And it's all thanks to Malfoy."

Harry, Ron, and Vivian all headed upstairs, the boys laughing at Malfoy's rage and confusion.

"It is all thanks to Malfoy. If he hadn't taken Neville's Remembrall, I would never have been chosen for the team."

"I suppose you think this is a reward for breaking the rules?" came an angry voice from behind them. Hermoine was stomping up the stairs looking disapprovingly at the package in Harry's hand.

"I thought you weren't talking to us," said Harry.

"Yes, don't stop now," said Ron. "It's doing us so much good."

Vivian smacked Ron on the arm as Hermoine came forward. "I'm here because Vivian and I are suppose to go to the library and study."

"Oh, yes Hermoine. I just need to grab my things." Viv turned to Harry. "This isn't over, Harry. I'm glad your safe and I'm happy about you making the team, but I wish you wouldn't risk your life over unimportant things.

"I promise, sis. I'm sorry." said Harry giving her a hug.

She then turned to head up to her room while the boys headed down for Harry's first practice.

Hermoine and Vivian were soon in the library, and they were relieved to see that it was empty save for Madam Hooch.

"Well" said Hermoine. "I'm going to start on my Charms paper and then head into Potions."

Vivian chuckled as Hermoine went on about her itinerary. She was particularly here for Transfiguration. By far her favorite class, she went to grab various books on the subject for her enjoyment. Grabbing two advanced transfigurations books as well as a book on animagus, she curled up in a plush arm chair and started reading.

After several hours, the sun began to go down and Hermoine tapped Vivian on the shoulder to bring her back into reality. "Time to go, Viv. We already missed dinner."

Viv stood up and went to place her books back on the shelf. She heard a gasp behind her and she noticed that her sleeve had slipped down, revealing her bandaged arm.

"Oh, Vivian," Hermoine rushed forward. "What happened?"

"Nothing," said Vivian, turning bright red. "I accidently cut myself during Care of Magical Creatures. It's only a small scratch."

"But why is it so heavily bandaged?"

More blushing. "I guess I just overreacted, Moine. I promise its fine, now let's go before people start to worry."

That night Vivian had troubled falling asleep. Staring up at pale moonlight that danced across her ceiling, she let a small tear escape her as she thought of her nightmare. She didn't want to go back to that awful place.

She heard Hermoine's steady breathing next to her and she rolled away, her heart panging for a peaceful night for once. Taking one more deep breath, she closed her eyes and allowed for the darkness to take over.

"You almost got caught, pet."

The voice was back in the cupboard.

"Did you not enjoy my gift last night?

Vivian shivered. "Why are you doing this? What gain do you have from tormenting me?"

"My dear," the voice circled around her. "I am in a mear temporary form right now. Once I get my real body back there will be nothing to stop me form having my way. You will play a big part in my plans- I see it. Right now all I am here to do is make sure you remember your place."

"I would never help you," Vivian hissed. "You are vile and low and I will do everything to get you out of my head."

The voice laughed, a cold hissing sound. "You're brave, I can see why you're in Gryffindor. Rest assure I'll be back, but I have one more goodbye present for you."

Viv screamed as the knife sunk into the side of her arm, dragging the way up until it reached her shoulder. Blood flowed down her arm and stained the floor.

"VIVIAN POTTER!" Hermoine screamed, waking up the entire dorm. "I am taking you to Madam Pomfrey right now and then to Dumbledore!"

Vivian remained silent as Hermione grabbed her arm and started dragging her down the hall. She could see the blood that stained her bed. She didn't even need to look to feel the blood on her arm. She grew pale and her legs felt weak. Grabbing on to Hermoine, she sunk to the floor of the common room, seeing Hermoine's worried eyes before everything went black.

Author's Note:

So there is a small dark twist in this story, Vivian's nightmare. I promise the story won't get much more violent that this scene but there will be some more scenes like this later in the story from other situations. Thank you so much for reading; I hope you enjoyed it. Since today is the last day of Christmas break, it's going to get harder to find time to write so I'm going to begin updating once a week instead of twice a week. The next chapter should be posted next weekend on Saturday or Sunday. Please take the time to review, very appreciative and I hope everyone enjoyed their time off.