What Dark Dreams May Come

You dream, at first you are walking through the old drafty house you were raised in. Your footsteps echo throughout the empty and dusty halls. You remember how alone you used to feel in these winding corridors. However, now you feel watched, like an animal in a zoo, unaware that you are a spectacle, but knowing something is wrong. There is a building rise of static, and the sound of the blood moving through your ears gets louder and louder as you wander seemingly aimlessly through the impossibly huge house. Hearing the sound the flutter of wings, and a gentle hooting behind you, you spin finding a letter on the ground, emblazoned with the seal of Hogwarts. You remember the letter well, but this isn't how you first found your acceptance letter.

You stoop low to pick up the letter with trembling fingers. "You killed them," an accusing voice says from behind you. Spinning around you see the boy from the train- Harry. "Did you ever think about what happens to their loved ones? The people who have to go one without them?"

"I didn't..." You squeak out. The boy's green eyes were filled with a powerful hate. "That wasn't me," you continue weakly, "I'm not him, I didn't--" your head spins. Everything dims except those wounded, scornful eyes. "No. You didn't care what happened. You're a monster. You don't care about anyone but yourself." You try to protest, but you can't find the words.

The dream fades out, you become aware that you are dreaming, you toss trying to wake up, but you can't. The dream refuses to yield to waking.

Suddenly the sound of breaking glass rings out- You see those hateful eyes, surrounded by purple fabric. The details are vague, instead of a person, you can only make out a silhouette. The figure stands amid broken glass and holds in its hands something glowing red and spasming like a heart separated from a body, but not yet dead. The figure's sickly cackling laughter rings through the dream.

You know something is wrong, you turn to run, but your feet seem to heavy. You are sinking into a thick pool of tar, unable to pull yourself out. In the tar swim vipers, they are climbing over your legs, and wrapping their way up your chest. You find yourself sinking, and you reach desperately for something to grab onto as the vipers begin to bite you. You can make out something flying through the air, its amber feathers seem to be radiating light, you fumble for it, you reach out- your fingers seem to almost be able to reach, as the tar rises over your head, and you lose all sensation.

You find yourself back in your bed covered in sweat. You had started awake, and find that the sun has yet to rise. Glancing surreptitiously around, you see that your dorm-mates are still asleep.