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xx - In Sleep He Sang To Me - xx

by kara darkblood

Golden rays fell on the island. The window's shutters were pulled back, and the curtains fluttered in the gentle breeze. The little girl looked up - she knew the sun would fill the world she lived in with it's sweldering heat, unresting and unsympathetic. She put down her books, and looked about her room. It was different; but all the same familiar. Her long, bushy brown hair formed a dark golden halo, framing her thin, freckled face. A twig snapped - she turned her head - it was dark. She was alone - alone in the forest. Tears streamed down her cheeks, silvered in the pale moonlight. The beastie was coming. The beastie was here. The girl screamed. Where are the hunters? she thought. Making her way clumbsily through the creepers, she knew she wasn't fast enough. When she could run no longer, and heard the heavy breathing behind her, she finally turned around. The beastie was a man - no - it was too horrible a creature - to twisted - to be a man. She screamed as the red eyes bore into her skin, as he approached.



xxchapter two : the beastiexx



"Ron!" Hermione shook the redhead who was drooling in his sleep. "Ron! Wake up, class is over!" she prodded him angrily with her quill nib, leaving a small red dot on his arm. A drop of blood appeared - for a second, Hermione was held capitvated by the drop - so red, and thin, so small, yet so vital to living creatures. It lingered for a moment, and was quickly removed by Ron's angry hand.

"Merlin, Herm, you didn't have to do that," he snapped.

Hermione frowned. "Don't call me Herm, Ron."

"Now I'm bleeding . . . " Ron turned away from Hermione frustratedly.

"It's only a drop," she said. They were interuppted by Harry, who came rushing past them.

"Come on! If I have to sit next to Malfoy again, and watch Snape's face . . . what's wrong, Ron?" he looked from Ron, to Hermione. Ron shook his head, and started to leave. Hermione picked up her books, and Harry slipped his hand into hers. "What's up with him?" he asked.

"I dunno, he's been really moody lately," she replied, and walked with Harry out of the door.

They walked in silence for a while, moving their way calmly through the hords of students, following their friend the whole time. Ron didn't stop; he didn't wait for them, just kept navigating his way through a group of Hufflepuffs who were talking in whispered voices. They stopped pointedly when Harry walked by, and one of them could be heard saying something about Cedric Diggory. The Hufflepuffs had never really managed to get over what had happened - you couldn't blame them, really, their only hero for centuries and he died. Some of them still blamed Harry. Thanks to the Slytherins, there was still quite an anti-Harry following; Draco just couldn't stand the thought of Harry being more reveared than him.

"Mione - drop your stuff off in the commons room, and we can go to the Great Hall for dinner." Harry moved away from Hermione.

"Harry, where are you going?" she asked, trying to keep him in her line of sight as he moved past the students.

"Just - I'll meet you later -" he sounded distracted. She got up on the very tips of her toes, with the help of a nearby Ravenclaw. She squinted, shocked and not quite understanding what she was seeing.