Please note: Although I'm starting the story off in the fourth year, I am not going to include details of the Triwizard Tournament, if you want those go read the real books. I'm also not following the whole no Quidditch thing, you gotta have it. Reviews are appreciated!

Chapter 5; Fred

Fred had no idea where he was. The dense forest offered no light and at every turn he met a tree to the face. The air was cold, growing colder by the second it seemed. Ice creeped along the forest floor, binding Fred's feet to the ground. Mist formed around him and invisible shadows tossed and turned the swirling mist. He squinted hard, trying to make out any shape.

A bright flash of light nearly blinded him as the forest in front of him burst into flames. Panic flooded through Fred, he tried to wrench his feet from the solid ground to no avail. Screams echoed in his ears as human shapes flew around him, fleeing the flames, and something...else. He could barely make out the shapes, black against the flame, laughing and screeching as they neared him.

Flashes of green illuminated the faces of the Death Eaters. Fred opened his mouth to scream but was cut short by a frozen hand.

"We've got a special treat for you don't we? Filthy blood-traitor scum!" The biggest of the Death Eaters spat in Fred's face and kicked him hard in the gut. Fred's blood ran cold as the hand behind him wrenched his face up; the Dementor's Kiss. The Death Eaters guffawed at the look on Fred's face as the realization hit him.

Opening his eyes, he met the Dementor's eye. However, under the torn hood of the Dementor was a face. A human face; a girl's face. Her piercing blue eyes met his. She laughed,

"Curiosity killed the cat, love."

Her eyes turned blood red as she began to suck his soul.

Fred jerked awake, the scream barely reaching his lips before he clapped a clammy hand over his own mouth. His lanky frame had tied itself up in his sheets and his entire body was drenched in sweat, cold sweat. The scream was gone. Fred flopped back onto his pillows shivering and gasping for breath. Once he had his breathing under control he untangled himself from his sheets.

"Bloody hell..." He murmured as he ran a shaky hand through his bright hair. He had been hoping that the nightmares would stop, or at least lessen when he returned to Hogwarts. It seemed his hopes were in vain.

Fred stood and drifted towards the window. After the feast Fred, George, and Lee has taken turns trying to outwit Peeves and somehow trick him into destroying the Slytherin's common room. Unfortunately, Mcgonagall had chased them off before they had gotten any results. Fred had even tried to stay awake in hopes that a sleep deprived sleep would grant him at least one night free of nightmares.

Groaning, his head knocked against the window, eyes closed, he pictured his dream again. Most importantly, he pictured the girl again. No, she had not been a girl, she had been...something else entirely. Fred shuddered, it doesn't mean anything you stupid git. You don't even know her name. 'Sides, if she was really evil she would be in Slytherin, not Ravenclaw. Sighing, he turned back to his bed. He couldn't think straight, that had to be it. All he needed was one good night's sleep.

"Curiosity killed the cat" she had said, but, Fred thought with a dry chuckle, satisfaction brought it back. With that, he crawled back into bed, determined to sleep the rest of the night peacefully.

Fred Weasley would get that satisfaction if it was the last thing he did; and based on his dream...it very well may be. As sleep began to take him, he saw those icy blue eyes and he felt the black hole in him got a tad bit smaller.