Dominique's Work

[Dominique Belle Weasley]

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We're not gonna be
Just apart of their game
We're not gonna be
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It was dark. Dominique looked up trough the tree branches, searching for the light of the moon. She knew it was full, but she couldn't see it. The little bit of sky she could see was dark, with only a few stars scattered here and there. She felt her breath coming in short bursts and looked around wildly, hoping to see something familiar. The lights of the castle, anything, but there was nothing. Just the dark, shadows, tree branches reaching towards her. And fog. There was always the fog. Every time she had this dream it came, creeping and covering her, destroying all hope of her getting out of the forest.

She lay in her bed. But what should have been a peaceful sleep was disturbed. Her breathing was coming in quick short burst and she was tossing and turning.

Dominique looked around wildly, her brown eyes wide. She had to get out. There was howling in the distance and she gasped, werewolves! She took off in the opposite direction that the howling came from, not caring where it took her, as long as it took her away from the werewolf. In her haste she didn't notice the tree root jutting out of the ground. She tumbled over and hit the dirt with a wumph that knocked her breath out of her. She quickly scrambled back to her feet and took off again, careful not to slide on the wet leaves.

Now she was making small whimpering sounds, and tossing around, the sheets tangling around her.

She could hear the footsteps of her pursuer, and it made her more frantic to get away. Her legs ached, her lungs burned with lack of oxygen. The footsteps grew louder and she gasped as she ran. Her red hair streamed behind her, gathering twigs and leaves in it. Then she could feel the hot breath of her pursuer on the back of her neck. She pushed herself harder but it was too late. Something knocked her over, her pursuer. She fell to the ground and rolled over onto her back. She found herself face to face with the one who had been chasing her and let out a loud piercing scream.

The redhead sat up suddenly, screaming. She stifled her scream by clapping her hands over her mouth, but she knew some of her roommates had been woken up. She clung the sheets to her and realized she was cold with sweat. Her hair was soaked and sticking to her sweaty forehead. The same dream, that same one she had had since that night in the Forbidden Forest.

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