Scars 🗝 F. W.

31. A Matter Of Time

The boy walked in front of her, she was back in the room again.

He held her locket again, he swung it between his fingers throwing it around like a toy, she tried to move but she was again cemented to the ground with ice. He drew closer to her and held it out in front of her face she tried to move her arms, but two cloaked figures held them in place.

"It's only a matter of time" the boy whispered.

Then he threw the locket into the air, it coiled around elongating itself into the shape of a clock ticking every second. Small chains started to fly around out.

"Just a little longer" the boy laughed, then the chains where heading right for her, she tried to move but she couldn't, the chains shot right through her until the clock above he head grew blurry.

-

She immediately sat up in bed and grabbed her throat feeling for anything, any wholes. Her skin felt raw in some places. She quickly ran to the bathroom and stared into the mirror. She hit herself over the head, she was so stupid it was just a dream the raw skin on her neck was purely Fred's doing, she shook her head and quickly mumbled a glamour charm before rushing back to bed.

-

Breakfast was rather weird and awkward.

Ron just kept staring blankly at Fred and Constance like if he blinked, they would be up against a wall again, George kept winking at her and kicking her under the table and Harry just seemed to be annoyed that Ginny was no longer there.

Everyone seemed rather tired, making them all silent, it was unnerving.

"Angelina is coming over later for dinner" George said while eating his eggs.

"We could get her to do box braids on Constance again except she a short hair version" Hermione suggested trying to create conversation.

She yawned; she hadn't gotten a tone of sleep last night since she kept dreaming about getting impaled by golden chains weaved into clocks.

"Maybe, but it took so long last time" she rubbed her eyes and picked at her food.

"Yeah but it looked great" Hermione added.

"Mmm-I guess so" she nodded back.

She was feeling more drained than usual, like she was preparing her energy and saving it for something else. With the dreams she was normally up at hours at a time in the middle of the night which messed up her body clocks.

She needed to do something relaxing today, if she ran around, she would probably fall asleep on the wet grass.

"I thought we could do some quidditch today?" Ron asked picking up another piece of toast.

She was definitely not getting on a broom half drained she would end up sliding around and hanging upside down, she'd probably read a book instead or see if sleeping during the day made any difference maybe she'd just adopt the sleep schedule of a vampire.

Most people had agreed to quidditch even Hermione was the referee, so she started wandering around trying to find something to do.

She walked up the stairs and into the attic trying not to make too much noise so Mrs Weasley wouldn't worry. She had only been in there once before, but she was crying so really didn't acknowledge the space, the on thing she did notice though was that it seemed even more dustier.

She looked around trying not to put anything out of place or open something that didn't want to get opened.

She was flicking through a box of old muggle records when she found some painting supplies, she grinned to herself.