Queen of Disaster | 𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑢𝑠 𝐿𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑛

Chapter 93

Diana woke up with a start, her heart racing and her breathing unsteady. A week had passed since her nightmares had begun, and every night, she had the same dream.

     It was the grim.

     For seven nights in a row now, Diana would dream on as she normally did. But every time, her dream would be cut to darkness, and then she would suddenly find herself in the middle of a dark forest which was buried in a cloak of fog.

    It felt too real to be a mere dream. She could feel the cold wind gushing against her face. She could feel her legs hurting as she ran through the woods. She could even feel it in her fast-beating heart that someone was running after her as she tried to escape.

    That night was just the same as the six before it. As Diana was running through the dark and misty forest, she suddenly tripped down and fell to the muddy ground, her panic rising even more. She then looked up at the sky, and there she saw the omen of her doom.

     She could see the grim again; it was like a black hound, its dark figure outlined against the sky, its eyes as red as blood.

     A thunder roared against the sky and Diana shot awake, gasping for air. As she sat in her bed, Diana tried to look around her and reassure herself that she had only been dreaming. It wasn't real. It couldn't be.

Afraid that if she fell asleep she would continue to see the nightmare again, Diana forced herself to get out of bed, wore her long robe, and quietly left the dorm. She walked down into the empty Slytherin common room, where the only sound that could be heard was the crackling flames in the fireplace.

She sat on an armchair before the fireplace and hugged her knees to her chest as she stared into the dancing flames. She still felt cold, as though the chilling fog of her nightmare lingered with her.

"I'd seen that forest before," Diana whispered to herself, lost in her own thoughts.

But where...? she thought as she continued to shiver.

***

Diana tried to forget about her strange dreams and the grim. The black dog she had seen in Hogsmeade had scared her, and that's all it was. She had to believe in this, because she couldn't bring herself to accept that her nightmares were actually an omen of death; a warning that death was near.

It was a good thing that the Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor was taking place that way, because it could take her mind off certain things and distract her.

"Gryffindor lost their last match against Hufflepuff, but if they win against Ravenclaw with a good score, they can actually win the Quidditch Cup this year," Regulus explained as he sat at the Slytherin table for breakfast that morning, with Layla and Diana in his company.

"And if Gryffindor loses?" Layla asked almost carelessly, pouring some orange juice into her cup.

"Then Hufflepuffs will win," Diana said with her mouth full.

Regulus grimaced, glaring at her sideways. "Can you not speak when you've got something in your mouth?"

Diana gave him a look as she swallowed the food. "It amazes me how much you sound like my mother sometimes. It's annoying."

"You call manners annoying?" Regulus raised a disapproving brow at her.

"I call annoying things annoying!" Diana retorted wittily.

Layla sighed, rolling her eyes as she muttered to herself, "Every damn day..."

After breakfast, the three Slytherins walked out of the Great Hall. It was a beautiful sunny day and the weather was getting warmer, so they left their cloaks and scarves behind in their dorms and went down to the Quidditch pitch.