TORMENT

memory.

My mind was racing with questions and thoughts as to why I got this dream.

Why was I getting someone else's memory in my dream?

Did someone put it into my head on purpose?

Is the person to who this memory belongs in danger?

CLOVER DIGGORY !

A memory came back to me last night, a beautiful memory, with my mother. Whom I miss ever so much. The memory obviously wasn't complete as it ended strangely and their faces weren't actually there.

I lay there for a few minutes and all I could think about was my mother. How close I was to her in my mind, how her arms encompassed me perfectly, how our hair was so similar.

But who was the boy? Was he a brother, a cousin? He also had the same hair, dark hair with curls, I guess it ran through the family.

Cathy was back in the dormitory now, after being in the infirmary for a few days her arm was finally better. I heard quiet snores coming from her bed, she must've been in a very deep sleep as I had never heard her snore before.

I had woken up early, 5:00 am, which is strange for me as I always wake up the latest I possibly can but I really wanted to just go for a walk, I had a headache so I thought the best thing to do was to walk it off.

There wouldn't be any students around at this hour, which was a plus, so I wouldn't bump into anyone that I didn't want to see...like Draco and pansy.

I slipped on a sweatshirt over my pyjama shirt as it was very cold at the moment and I didn't want to freeze while going on the walk. But my legs were completely exposed and for a second I felt like covering them but I really couldn't be bothered. As I walked over to the door, I felt an odd pain on my shoulder, it felt like a pinch, a very strong, painful pinch. I decided to ignore it and opened the door.

I peeked my head down the corridors of the girls' dormitories, there were no students, as I had hoped, so I walked through them. I peered through some of the doors to the other dorms and there were girls collapsed on the floor with boys, with drinks in their hands, girls chatting to each other, boys and girls making out. It was exactly how you'd expect Slytherin girls dormitories to be like.

I went down the stairs into the common room and bumped into another boy with dark curls, but a very tall one. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a black shirt, a huge smile on his face as he examined me in my half-asleep state "what are you doing walking around at this hour?" He questioned, towering over me as he leaned on the wall just beside us.

"I could ask you the same thing."

MATTHEO RIDDLE !

Her voice was soft but groggy as she spoke, seeing her face again made me feel happy, oddly, but I was confused as to why she was out so early in the morning. Well, I was out early in the morning too, so I could understand why she said that. She was wearing a huge Slytherin sweatshirt and short pyjama shorts showing her long beautiful legs. Her hair was a mess, falling completely over her face and she moved it to the side showing her dark eyes once again. I felt lost in my thoughts as I looked at her, a trance-like state washing over me.

I looked into her eyes and they opened a memory in my mind. The dream, her eyes, just like the little girl. So very similar to that beautiful child swimming in the transparent water, but now an older more defined girl.

Was this her memory? Was she the girl and was the woman her mother?

CLOVER DIGGORY !