Being His Daughter CONTINUED

Enemies Lips

   A cold breeze flew over me, causing me to shiver. It was way to cold in this room. My eyes suddenly popped open, realizing there shouldn't be a breeze in my room. I got up onto my feet quickly and looked up to find myself face to face with a thick tree that lacked most of its leaves. I waked toward it slowly, I've seen it before. There was a sudden swishing sound above me,and my eyes widened with realization. It was the Whomping Willow.

I tried to back away but it was too late. I felt a hard impact on my side from one of the trees thicker branches and went flying backward. I landed on the ground hard, and since it didn't hurt, I knew this was a dream.

I grumbled bitterly and got up roughly, now at a safe enough distance to where the tree couldn't swing at me anymore. "Father!" I shouted. "Why by the Whomping Willow?"

There was no response, making my eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Father? Where are you?" I looked around but the only response I got was the wind blowing, making my hair fly in front of my face. I swiped it away harshly. "Father, stop playing! Come out!"

A branch snapped behind me and I spun around, glad he finally decided to come out. "Father-" I stopped when my eyes settled on a large black dog a few feet in front of me. It takes a few steps forward and I stumbled back. It was the largest dog I had ever seen. It bared its teeth dangerously and I reached for my wand in my back pocket. I cursed when I felt nothing. I looked back at the dog as I backed away and it stepped closer. I was almost close enough for the tree to hit me again. My foot suddenly got caught on something and I fell back hard.

I looked up and froze in fear, the snarling dog was right in front of me, so close that our noses were practically touching. "Er- nice doggy," I whispered shakily. It growled lowly and I whimpered. I leaned back onto the ground and the dog leaned over me. I was staring into it's black eyes when something seemed to glisten in them.

"Harry Potter," it growled. I stared up at it in shock.

"Harry Pot--?"

Suddenly the dog stopped snarling and cocked its head to the side at me. It's large tongue licked my face and I squealed.

I sat up in bed so fast I almost fell off the edge. My body was practically dripping in sweat and my breathing was coming out ragged as the lights clicked on. "Sierra, what happened?" Jalen croaked, her voice scratchy with sleep.

I looked over to see both, her and Airam looking at me with squinted eyes because of the lights. "N-Nothing," I stammered, wiping my face with my shirt. "Just a bad dream."

They looked at each other uneasily before Airam said, "If it's about Pansy, don't worry about it. She's getting out of the Hospital Wing tomorrow."

"It wasn't about Pansy," I said, shaking my head. My head was too cloudy to ponder too much on Pansy coming back, so I simply mumbled, "Goodnight," and turned around, snuggling up to my pillow. I heard the other two mumble a sleepy goodnight back before the lights clicked off and I was left to wonder about the strange dream in the darkness.

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"Well if she does say anything, Sierra will be there to put her straight," Blaise said, winking at me as we all arrived in the Great Hall for breakfast the next morning. I smiled at him while Theodore scoffed.

"Please, Blaise, you really think Pansy's going to say something to Sierra after what she did to her? She would have to have one big pair of-"

"Well, look what the cat dragged in." Millicent Bulstrode strutted up to us with Tracey Jones right by her side, the same snobbish and uncaring expression on her face as always. I raised my eyebrows at them as Crabbe said, "Er- what cat?"