The Watchers Destiny

Chapter 20- Potterwatch

It was cold and dark, spells shot past the windows of the castle. I was scared. There were bodies. I didn't look left or right, but ran onwards. The bodies didn't matter anymore. My babies mattered. Where were they? They were here, in the midst of the battle. I couldn't find them. I needed them. They were lost. I ran onwards, I had to find them. I called out to them, but no reply. Corridors blurred into one another. 

I heard a cry in the distance.

I ran all the more, they were in trouble. I had to save them.

"Fafnir! Fawn!" I called, but my voice was hoarse.

A baby's scram filtered to me.

"NO!" I bellowed.

Then I was in the Great Hall. He was there. Voldemort. Cold, tall, pale. He had bodies at his feet. All were bloody, mangled. He regarded my with red eyes.

"Caramella Wincroft," he said, softly.

"Where are they?" I choked.

I hadn't noticed, but I now saw two bundles of writing cloth in his arms.

"So small," he hissed, "so fragile. So easily disposed of."

"No!" I howled, lurching forwards.

Then he was behind me, laughing. Cold, high-pitched.

"You can't stop me," he said, "I am Lord Voldemort."

Then he dropped the bundles to the floor and I dived for them, but there was nothing but bloodied fabric. My babies were gone. Dead.

I screamed in anguish. All was gone, lost. NO!

I sat up, screaming, frantic. I struggled from my blankets and forced my way out of my tent into the weak morning light. My breathing was laboured and I looked around. 

"Caramella!" cried Levicie, running towards me.

He wrapped his arms around me and stroked my hair.

"It's okay," he whispered.

I struggled.

"My babies!" I cried, trying to push him away, "I-I have to- he has them- I-"

"It was a dream," he said softly, comforting me.

I became limp in his arms.

"I heard you screaming, it was- your- anguish. Pure anguish. I ran back to here. It's just a dream. Just a dream."

And I began to cry. Great, wracking sobs that shook through all of my body. As I cried I felt rationality coming back to me, my thoughts and memories all filling the blanks. It had all just been a dream, it would be okay. After a time my tears abated, and I calmed, whipping the remnants from my eyes. I stood straight and swallowed.

"Thanks, Levicie," I said, softly.

"My pleasure," he said.

I nodded and went back into my tent, laying down on my piles of blankets. It was now April, the 3rd. In just over a month it would be the battle. It was three days before the next Full Moon and all of my tempers were frayed. I had heard no word form anyone and I was becoming frightened.

"Caramella!" cried Levicie, as if on cue, rushing into the tent, an owl on his arm, "it has a letter, for you!"

I jumpped up without hesitation, taking the letter from his leg. I tore it open and looked eagerly at the news.