Pure

Thana

It was a dark room. There were no doors or windows. Just darkness from every angle. I was shivering, yet could not see where the cold breeze that made me shake was coming from. My hair ruffled past my face; the breeze was steadily increasing. I noticed that the cold air was not blowing at me, but from me. My lungs screamed as the oxygen was pulled from me like a vacuum. It was a familiar sensation though. What was this feeling?

I was alone, in pain. A pain that I had not felt before this moment. I stopped breathing all together. It was too painful to try. But the sound of inhaling and exhaling prevailed. I froze completely.

I was not alone. Someone else was with me in this room.

"You have fought valiantly, but you have failed. Failed me, failed everyone," a voice whispered.

I tried to respond but my throat burned from lack of oxygen, and I could only make out a small murmur.

"Please, help me!" I croaked.

I whimpered when the voice responded with a sickening cackle, "Don't you realize? You did this to yourself. You chose this. You are to blame. Everything I do is because of you."

"No," I cried. How could this be my fault? What did I do to deserve any of this?

"Goodbye, my love," whispered the voice, spitting out that last word.

"Please," I whispered.

"Avada Kedavra."

~~~

I landed with a thud. My silk sheets were still tangled around me. The floor was cold against my legs. Pulling my hair to the side, I sat up and looked around my small dormitory.

I inhaled deeply, still adjusting from the phantom feeling that I had acquired when that I couldn't breathe. I stood and shook the blankets off of me. Just the thought of the dream that I had just witnessed made me tense. I shrugged myself off and got dressed for classes. There were only a few minutes until breakfast, but when I thought of going downstairs, out of the safety of my room, I remembered last night after the trophy room.

I had been so close to Tom Riddle. What was worse was that he was already a murderer. That would make my job much harder... And it scared me to think that if I took one wrong move, I would die by the hands of the young Voldemort. The worst idea that popped in my head, however, was the fact that I could fail my friends. I could fail the future wizards and muggles alike if I learned nothing during my time here.

I knew I had to do better. I had to really involve myself with the Slytherins. Nothing they said should bother me anymore. I had to take away the old me, and replace myself. It hurt me to even think about this but I forced myself to stand up straight and walk out of the door. After all, I have the chance to change the past. This is why I'm here. I'm supposed to save people from Tom Riddle.

~~~

I walked straight to the Slytherin table and sat next to Abraxas, who had a plate filled with eggs and sausage.

"Well hello there, Sunshine. Is this going to become a normal thing that you do?" Abraxas asked.

"Yes, Abraxas, it is," I said back. "I'm here to stay. And even if I wanted to leave, I don't think the Gryffindors would take me back after this."

We looked at the Gryffindor table. Although it was pretty barren of students, the ones that were seated stared daggers at me. It was what I expected after all.

"Yes, I see," Abraxas sighed. "I suppose you will have to be with me from now on... not that this is a bad thing... Welcome to the Slytherin House, Miss Granger."