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A Dream Game

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The air thick with an eerie silence that seemed to weigh down on me like a physical presence. "How the fuck I'm i here?" I thought confused and annoyed. I was standing on the outskirts of Little Hangleton, everything felt like a distant memory. The moon was full, casting an eerie glow over the landscape, and I could feel my heart racing with a mix of fear and anticipation. As I approached the old graveyard, I noticed a snake slithering through the grass, its eyes glowing with an unnatural light. "I'm going to die." I thought. It was heading straight for the tombstone of Tom Riddle. I watched in fascination as the snake stopped at the foot of the grave, its body undulating as it seemed to be listening. A light was shining, coming from my necklace. I didn't think much of it, thinking that the moonlight was reflecting on my necklace.

Suddenly, the snake's head lifted, its eyes fixed on something. I stood there, frozen in terror, the snake's eyes locked onto mine. "Is this some sort of a joke?" I think to myself. I could feel a cold dread creeping up my spine, as if the very life was being squeezed out of me. The snake's body began to undulate, its movements graceful and deadly. It seemed to be stalking me or something behind me. I turned to see an old, abandoned house looming in the distance, its windows dark and foreboding. Without a thought, my body started to make its way toward it, my heart pounding in my chest.

As I entered the house, the creaking of the old wooden floorboards echoed through the silence. I moved cautiously, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. I saw the snake, gliding past the old man peeking his head through the door, his eyes fixed on some distant point. "How fastidious you've become, Wormtail. As I recall, you once called the nearest gutter pipe home. Could it be that the task of nursing me has become wearisome for you?" Said a man who sound like a smoker. "Oh, no. No, no, my Lord Voldemort. I only meant perhaps if we were to do it without the boy." Said wormtail. Did he just say Voldemort?!

"No! The body is everything! It can not be done without him and it will be done exactly as I said." Yelled Voldemort. "I will not disappoint you, my Lord." Said the familiar man. Barty Crouch Jr, his father is an influential British Ministry of Magic official and was the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement in the first war. "Good. First, gather our old comrades. Send them a sign." Said Voldemort. The snake continued on, muttering something, I listen closer. "The old muggle caretaker is standing outside the door" she told the dark lord wickedly. its path leading me straight to the room where I knew a dark presence was waiting. I hesitated for a moment, my heart racing as I realized that I was about to witness something unnatural.

"Nagini tells me the old muggle caretaker is standing just outside the door." Said Voldemort sinisterly. The snakes body brushing against the small disproportional body, and whispered something in his ear. Its eyes flickered with a dangerous light as he turned to face the old man, his voice low and menacing. "Open the door more widely, Peter," he commanded, his eyes fixed on the old man.

"So I can give our guest a proper greeting." His words were like daggers, sharp and precise, cutting through the air with a deadly accuracy. Oh shit, that man needs to move. I tried to move but my legs was stuck. Shit. "Run!" I yelled but he couldn't hear me, like I wasn't even there. They were words that could wound, words that could destroy, words that could reduce even the strongest of wills to trembling heaps of doubt and despair. And then, in a flash, the Dark Lord's spell tore through the air. "Avada Kedavra." a green light strikes the old man with a loud thud the old man was dead.

I woke up, my heart pounding in my chest like a wild animal trying to break free. Did that just happen? Why was it so real? I'm having one of those episodes. The darkness of my room seemed to close in around me. I could still feel the lingering terror of the nightmare that had just consumed me, the images and sounds still echoing in my mind like a bad dream. As I sat up in bed, my eyes fixed on the necklace that lay on my chest. It had stopped glowing, its usual gentle pulse now extinguished. I reached out to touch it, my fingers trembling slightly as I traced the outline of the small, ornate pendant. "What just happened?" I whispered to myself, the words hanging in the air like a challenge.