If We Make It

The begging

The stench of a thousand bodies filled the air. The silence of unheard cries for many years not heard by ear but felt in heart. The numbing pain filling your senses with nothing but black abyss. This is it,my last chance.

As I stared into the man's soulless eyes ,I felt anger and fear boiling up inside me all at once. Those eyes. The eyes that have watched the death of thousands upon thousands without a single tear. Anger for the ones he's murdered in the past and the friends he has murdered now. He stared at me like I was nothing more than a bug that must be squashed. Both of us knowing that one of us was to never leave. I felt the weight of the world on my chest like an unnerving responsibility as I realized this.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Harry! Harry! Wake up!" Ginny shook Harry Furiously as he screamed. Suddenly he jolted upright looking carefully at his surroundings. There were no dead bodies, no death eaters, and most importantly no Voldermort. He was still in his bedroom. Harry observed his surroundings as he regained his breath. A plain wooded room with a black font dresser and a silk bed with auburn posts. He was in his room not Hogwarts during the war. Harry looked to his left to find his wife staring at him with a worried expression.

"It was only a dream," Ginny said in her soft soothing voice.

"Ginny, my nightmare...It was just as vivid as the visions Voldermort used to give me. I've had nightmares before but...not like this. It felt so real..."

"Harry, It was just a nightmare. Maybe you're a little tense because this is Albus's first year at Hogwarts."

"Maybe..."

With that Harry fell asleep and chose not to mention it anymore. But something felt very wrong. Those eyes. He couldn't get over those eyes. It was like something was trying to make him remember them.