Chapter 3: Echo of a Dream
AN: Wow…this story is…quite popular…
Misty walked along the long corridor. In the reflections she could see mirrors of herself, Lance, Julie, and Jacksyn. However, suddenly a pale, sullen face replaced each of theirs.
"It's nice to see you again, Donovan…" the four faces said in unison.
Misty woke with a start. Her hair was covered in sweat, but she quickly dried it with a spell.
"Misty, are you okay?" asked Nanabelle , Misty Echo's plump friend. "Something wrong?"
"No…just…something from my past…" Misty said. "You may go back to sleep, Nanabelle."
She still walked along the corridor. She could see her friend's faces in the mirror, but she focused on what was ahead. Wrong move. The door at the end burst into flames, only to reveal the same pale, sullen figure standing in what used to be the doorway.
"It's nice to see you again, Donovan," the figure said. "I've missed you…"
Misty tried to stay defiant. She stared right into its eyes.
"Remember the present you left me? I just thought I'd give it back…" the figure quickly stuck his hand into his chest, and slowly extracted a wooden stake. "I like how much care you put into making it. Very…ironic."
He held the stake in his hands for a few seconds, and then, with fingers as fast as lightning, threw it straight into Misty's heart.
Once again, Misty woke up with a start. She clutched at her heart. That pain was just stress, right? He couldn't have hurt her in her dream, could he have...?
She looked out the clean window to see that the sun was rising. It seemed like it was mimicking her thoughts of Hogwarts. First they were all dark and unclear, only to soon rise up, revealing what she truly thought.
Better get ready for class… she thought to herself.
She quickly assembled her numerous supplies using magic, and then got dressed in her clothes.
Ugh…Julie probably could have made this outfit work…She could have made a potato sack work, though… Misty Echo scowled.
Along the way to potions she saw a wolf walking through the halls. It seemed to have unusually light fur for a wolf. She thought nothing of it, and walked to her class.
During Defense Against the Dark Arts, as she watched Professor Granger talk about various dark spells, she heard one that peaked her interest.
"With it, a skilled witch or wizard can invade another human's dreams, and even kill them. Luckily, it is outlawed and most people have protections against it. Hogwarts has made it almost impossible to enter someone's dream, even without killing them," the beautiful teacher said.
After class and everyone else left, Misty went up to the teacher.
"Professor, I think one of those dark dreams happened to me last night. Someone my father knew showed up and killed me in my dream. When I woke up, I had a sharp pain in my chest…"
"Well," Professor Granger said, "Since you're still alive, I'd doubt that anything happened. You were probably just stressed about a subject."
"Okay…" Misty said, still worried.
However, as she walked away, she could swear that she saw Miss Granger drop a memory into her Pensieve.
The pale, sullen figure seemed to be having more fun this time. Every part of the corridor was now clean glass, and he just loved showing up in the mirror in the corner of Misty's eyes.
"Watch out!" the figure said from all around her. "You might just…shatter."
At that precise moment , her entire world broke. All of the glass around her broke, causing her to fall into the abyss. She saw huge figures of the pale man all around her. Out of his throat he pulled what seemed to be an ocean of water. All four of the figures dropped it on Misty, causing her skin to burn.
She awoke to a horror in front of her. All she could see were flames running up her body until they covered her face. All she could hear were her own cries of anguish until she was doused by a large amount of water.
And with that, her world was shattered.