I was in a crib, besides my sleeping brother in a room and then, I hear a voice, a high, drawling voice saying,
"Stand aside silly women, you do not need to die."
And then a women's voice
"No! No! They're only children, take me instead!" Said the women, pushing herself between us and the tall, hooded figure.
The figure laughed and then started to slowly take out his wand, pointing it at the women.
"Avada Kedavra!"a flash of green light and the women screamed and fell to the floor, not moving, her eyes blank and staring up at me.
And then the scene changed, I was in a graveyard and the cloaked figure was there. I was standing next to Harry with another boy, then the man turned to the boy and shouted
"Avada Kedavra!" and after a flash of green light, he too fell to the floor, eyes open and unmoving.
And then I was trapped, trapped in a bubble with the man outside, he drew his wand slashed the air with his wand, causing a bright green light. I turned around and saw Harry fall, lifeless and behind him were all of my friends. Slowly, they too fell, yelling my name as they did, until my two best friends were left, Fred and George Weasley. I was screaming, yelling, pounding on the bubble until I broke it. By that time Fred had fallen and George was screaming my name,
" Phiry! Phiry! Sephira! Help me!" and I started running towards him but I was to far and I watched as the spider-like hand slashed through the air once again and there was a flash of green and then George was gone.
The figure took off its hood, with its back to me and I charged at it and right before I hit him, he turned to me and I caught a glimpse of his face.
It was terrible, totally bald with red eyes and slits as pupils, grey-green waxy skin and a snake nose.
I screamed as I ran into him. I didn't run into him I ran through him but I didn't come out the other side. I turned around and I saw him. I pointed my wand at him and he pointed his at me. I said
"How dare you kill my friends" except it came out in a high, hissing voice and he said it too. I stepped towards him and he took a step towards me. I reached out my hand and he did the same. I kept on reaching until my hand collided with a mirror. Then I screamed. I screamed and screamed and screamed until I heard a voice in my head, hissing,
"We are the same, you are the one who killed everyone. It was you who killed everyone you love, not me, you."
I sat up in bed, cold and clammy with my scar feeling as if it was on fire. I looked over at Harry's bed to see if he was awake. He was. He was sitting up and staring at me.
"You ok 'Phira?"
"Ye-Yeah, I'm fine I guess." I responded shakily
"Is your scar hurting to?" He asked, concerned
"Yeah, and I had another one of those nightmares." He looked alarmed
"What was it about this time?"
"The same one as always."
"Well you never tell me what it's about so spill."
"It starts out with Voldemort killing mum and then he kills Cedric and lastly all of my friends plus you. He kills you first and George last." Harry looked scared
"Yeah, well, whatever. Have you heard back from Hermione and Ron?"
"Yeah. They keep on saying the same thing though, that they'll see us soon."
"Ugh, same with Fred and George." I responded, rolling my eyes
"Oh I've got to go to the bathroom and grab some food, I'll be right back." He stood up and walked out of the room, leaving me sitting there, thinking. Suddenly I bolted up, having a brilliant idea
Why didnt I think of this sooner? I thought, digging through my trunk.
"Aha!" I exclaimed. I had found what I was looking for. It was a ratty old leather-bound book, in it there were three years worth of notes that me, Fred and George had taken (mostly me). We made this book at the beginning of our 5th year based off Tom Riddles diary. Me, Fred and George each had a copy and when we wrote in it it would appear in the others books and stay there. In the back of the book though there was one page where we could write a message to the others and reply but once everyone had read and responded to the message it would disappear.
"Where are you guys?!" I wrote frantically, it showing up in purple.
"I don't know George, should we tell her?" Fred's blue writing appeared
"I don't know, if we don't tell her she'll kill us and if we do mum will. Which is worse?" George responded in green
"Ugh good lord just tell me!" I demanded
"I say no, mum 'll kill us and after all she's already mad at us for Weasley's Wizard Weezes." Fred responded
"I'm going to kill you two next time I see you." I wrote furiously
"No you won't because you luuuuuuuuurv us." George teased
I closed the book, not even saying bye. So much for that idea.
I lay in bed thinking with the light on until Harry returned and turned it off and I slowly fell into a deep slumber.