Of Shadow And Sky

Nightmares and Anger Problems

A/N: I hope the pacing is okay. That and plots are usually my downfalls with writing. That said, what do you think of my Sorting and wand matching?

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She ran along the hedges toward a large house obscured by smoke as fire licked at it's eaves. Behind her, heavy footsteps chased her. Ahead of her she could see a figure running, holding onto her hand and pulling her along. Fear ate at her heart, but she kept running. She had to. She had to survive, there was no other option. They came to a split in the rose hedges, and the footsteps were coming closer.

"Let's go! This way," the boy said, turning to look at her.

The footsteps were getting closer, and she knew. There was no way for them both to escape. She looked over at him, the only thing she could see were his eyes and the fear reflected in them.

"No. You go right, I'll go left. At least then one of us will escape."

The boy froze, eyes wide. "No! I'm not leaving you, Ally!"

"Please! Just go! I'll be okay. I promise! I'll come back," she knew it deep down. The boy was not the target. She was.

She pushed him toward the right, and then ran to the left, ducking through the rose bushes and ignoring the pain of the thorns as they tore her skin. She was right, the footsteps turned to follow her, leaving the boy open to escape. She was almost to a small shack when everything went dark.

The scene changed suddenly, and she was in the makeshift prison that had belonged to Hyperion. Again she was forced to watch as fire engulfed four figures that screamed in agony. And then....

"KYA!"

THUMP!

She fell to the floor, tangled in her covers while Pansy and Astoria ran over to her. Millicent was lying on the ground, clutching her ankle in pain. Another nightmare, but it was different. This one had been more detailed.

"What was that all about," Astoria knelt down.

"A nightmare. I'm sorry. This one was worse than the others," Alex looked over at Millicent. "Erm...sorry, Millicent."

Millicent grunted. "At least it was a kick and not a hex."

Alex blushed faintly, and struggled out of her blankets. The nightmares were getting worse, and her sleep fighting - she didn't know what else to call it - was becoming a safety hazard for the wizards. She got a glimpse of Millicent's leg and winced at the dark purple bruise.

"Sorry Millicent. I should have warned you not to get to close while I'm in a nightmare. I seem to have developed a bad habit of hitting people."

Pansy gave her a mildly amused look. "Weren't you staying with those bloodtraitors? The Weasleys?"

Alex frowned at the epithet. "Yes. I throat punched Ginny, literally kicked Thalia's backside, and almost dislocated Hermione's wrist."

By the time she had finished talking, Millicent and Pansy were laughing. She frowned again. It honestly wasn't that funny. Only Astoria seemed concerned about her.

"Are you okay? That looked pretty bad."

Alex sighed and got dressed. "It was. Usually it's just a boy with no face yelling something to me and then fire, smoke, shadows, and screams."