Chapter 2
Smoke is all I can see. The smoke was so powerful so thick that I couldn't see a thing through it. I felt a trail of fear crawl up my spine. The smoke made my eyes burn, it clogged up my air way and it was so hot, little sweat drops were falling down my face. It didn't matter how hard I tried to get away from this smoke. It was everywhere. I felt panic rise in my chest and I ran as fast I could. It felt like I was running with my eyes closed, my senses going wild when I thought I heard something or felt something brush past my arm or leg. I looked through my burning eyes, tears streaming out because of the burning sensation, and all of the sudden I felt myself fall and my body crashes against the cold, hard floor. I lay on the floor, catching a blur of the thing that tripped me. I picked myself up and slowly walked towards it. As I was walking over to it, a small beam of light made my eyes burn more than the smoke. My mind wandered off from the thing that tripped me and I walked towards the light. With every step I took, the light got bigger and brighter, causing me to cover my eyes a bit. As I got closer I noticed that the light happened to be fire. I stopped right in my tracks.
-Something's on fire.
I dreaded the steps that I continued to walk. My mind was telling me to stop but my body told me to go. The smoke got less intense and I saw what was on fire. Well, what I thought was on fire. At first I didn't recognize whose house was on fire because it was in such a mess. But as I took a step closer, the flames so close to me now, the little details of the house reminded me of whom it belonged to. Me.
-No!
I watched as, before my eyes, the fire burned down the last remains of my home. The white marble balconies broke down into pieces and fell to the ground, the branches and leaves of the parallel ten foot-tall bushes leading to my front door burning down and leaving a heavy smell that made me cover my nose, and the ceiling-high glass windows cracking as the pressure kept rising. I took a few steps back, my feet now at the middle of the entrance pathway. I stared at the windows, noticing every single crack that started at the top of the window and made a trail all the way to the bottom of the window. I took a couple more steps back. The next few moments moved in slow motion. Right before my eyes, an explosion blew away the glass windows, the fire moving rapidly towards me as I ran to the black gravel road that passes by my home. I dropped to my stomach and covered my head with my hands and lay there. I felt the fire just a few inches above me, burning my back, the intense pain magnified by the broken glass pieces as they pierced my whole body. I couldn't stand it anymore; as the fire died down I got up and ran, but then I fell- again. This time I looked down and I now wish I didn't. I looked at the figure that tripped me twice and stared at it. It was a body. I analyzed the back of its head, dreading to know who this was. I slowly turned it over to look at the face. A face that looked way too much like mine.
-No! This can't be!
I ran as fast as I could away from my burning house, away from all of the memories that I had in that house, and away from my dead body. I ran without thinking, my eyes fixed at the smoke in front of me. I didn't know where I was going, but as long as it was away from here, I'd be fine.
I woke up heaving, with sweat running down my pale face. I sat up and rubbed my forehead as I took in my surroundings. I looked and realized that I was in the place where I was supposed to be, the Heads compartment. With my head still dizzy from my nightmare, I looked out my window and noticed that it was already nightfall and that we had arrived at Hogwarts. I stood from the couch, grabbed my bag, and walked towards the door. As my hand touched the handle I heard a moan behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw that Granger was still sleeping. I hesitated a bit, looking at the door and back at Granger.
