Chapter 2
We aparated back to the burrow shortly after that.
None of us had the energy to talk, causing us all to just go to bed. Hermione followed me to my room, where her bed was still layed out from months beforehand.
Neither of us talked.
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Blood.
There was blood everywhere.
Blood pouring from one persons head.
Blood dripping down anothers arm.
Bodies littered the hall.
Every where I went there was blood.
I couldn't get away.
It was surrounding me.
Following me.
Sufficating me.
Then, a voice.
A cold harsh snake like voice.
"Harry Potter is dead!"
I couldn't believe my ears.
No.
Its not true.
But the blood kept coming.
My eyes going black.
I couldnt scream.
I couldn't breathe.
Blood was every where.
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I was being pressed to my bed.
I couldn't move.
I started screaming.
Sweating.
My dreams were always like this. But this time was different. This time there was way more blood.
Way too much blood.
More bodies.
More evil.
More darkness.
I hadn't even realized I was still screaming until my mom, dad, Hermione, and Ron burst into the room. My mother came running over, holding a glass of water. "Shhh, It's okay sweaty. Its going to be okay." Then there was another perosn in the room. I threw my arms around Harry, feeling him wince as I pull him into a bone crushing hug, sobbing into his chest.
We stay there for a while, me sobbing my heart out, and him whispering comforting words in my ear. One by one the rest of my family left us. "Can you stay with me? Please?" I whisper after another few minutes. "Of course." He whispers in my ear, climbing into bed with me, putting one arm around my waist and missing my forehead. I lean into his chest, breathing in the dirt, blood and his sent, and fall right to sleep.
This time with no nightmares.
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