It Was Only Just a Dream, Right?

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------- September 2nd, Hogwarts-------

“Daddy,” a little girl squealed happily as she ran up to a tall figure in dark robes, her voice thick with an accent. Her brown, curly hair bounced on her shoulders as she latched herself onto the man’s leg. He shook her off, lowering himself to her height.

“Not now, child. We have company,” the man said, his dark eyes looking at her sternly. He raised himself back up to his full height and led her to a pair of large doors. She looked in, her innocent brown eyes wide with curiosity as she surveyed the massive table and dark figures gathered beyond the entrance way she was standing in. “Stay here,” the man said rather coldly, his voice slightly menacing. The child cowered away from him and into the shadows of the hall, watching as her father glided into the room, the doors shutting behind him. She settled herself on the cold floor, playing with the ruffles of the socks her mother put her in, giggling when sparks flew from her fingertips if she fluttered them just the right way. Whether or not she heard the screaming through the thick doors, she continued to entertain herself until she saw the doors open again, when she hopped up and followed her father to another room of her house.

I jerked awake, not knowing where I was. I looked around, but it was next to impossible to see anything. I felt like I was trying to look through frosted glass, everything was blurred and tinted with white. I blinked and immediately I recognized the greens and silvers of the Slytherin dorms. I shivered and realized my comforter was bunched up at the end of my four-poster. Being a second year now, I was on a different floor than last year, but, since Slytherins live in the dungeons, the levels go down rather than up, causing it to be darker and colder in my new dorm. I was rooming with Pansy and Christiny again, and I could hear their snores over the crackling of the low-burning lanterns that peppered the walls. I shook my head, trying and failing to clear the odd dream from my head. It was just like the dream I had last year, strangely realistic and clear, except this one felt slightly different. Of course, the things in the dream weren’t happening to me like before, but it was more. Almost like I felt when Professor Binns made us examine the moving pictures in our book multiple times, like I had seen it before, but was noticing something I had missed.

I got out of my now cold bed, and padded across the ice-like floor to my wardrobe. Ignoring the revolting uniform dress that was just as ugly and unflattering as last years, I got dressed in a mid-thigh length pleated black skirt and a dark green, fitted button up. I took the green and silver tie that was meant to go with the dress and put it on, slipped on a pair of black flats, and draped the black and green uniform robe over my shoulders, leaving it open so my outfit was visible. I braided my curls into a side braid and then headed to the common room, stopping to grab my book bag and look in the full-length mirror by the door. The outfit was simple, yet cute, and since I had started filling out in the chest area, the fitted top looked right. I turned and headed up the stairs to the common room.

I couldn’t tell what time it was since the windows looked out into the Black Lake, but from the large amount of people in the common room I assumed it was close to time to go to class.

“Nikki!” I heard someone call. I looked for the face to match the familiar voice and quickly found him. Draco was making his way towards me, Crabbe and Goyle flanking him. “Did you see the announcement?” He asked me when he got close enough. I looked at him with a question on my face, causing him to pull me through the crowd gathered around one of the fireplaces in the room. There was a large poster on the wall that read:

Slytherin Quidditch

Attention any and all Slytherins in second year

 Or higher interested in playing for the House Team-

Tryouts will be held this Friday afternoon on the Quidditch field

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