She was sprinting. No, they were.

As her boots left crunchy footsteps on the rocky ground, she turned her head to the side to determine the person clasping her wrist and pulling her into the depths of the forest. It was Dylan. But why were they running? And, from what?

Completely befuddled, Beezus opened her mouth to interrogate him when out of nowhere; his strong arms pushed her away from him. She jerked and staggered to the ground.

“What the…!” Yet before she could complete her question, or even get herself back up, a voice echoed, “AVADA KEDAVRA!” And a flash of green light came flying towards the Slytherin Captain, hitting him straight on the chest.

Beezus froze for what seemed like a millisecond before wildly scampering to his side. “No…” Cold tears trickled down her rosy cheeks as she lifted his head. “No….please…Dy…no…Dylan…” She let out an involuntary gasp. “Dylan! Dylan! DYLAN!”


She was screaming….without any sound.

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Beezus inhaled sharply. She sat up quickly with a shaken, panicked expression.

“Bee?”

Rashly, she turned towards the voice, her brown eyes boring on him intensely before she sighed.

He was alive.

It was only a bad dream, after all.