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Argus Filch was checking the list for the kids who could visit Hogsmeade. Larna stepped out of the castle and into the beautiful day. 'I cant wait to go to Honeydukes!' thought Larna. She walked through the winged boar gates and down the the road. She couldnt wait.
 
Iva grabbed Draco by the arm.
"Come on! We're going to be late!" She yelled. They ran out of the castle and into the courtyard.

They stopped to have lunch at the three broomsticks before looking at some shops.
 
Taube jolted awake. The same dream, every night, but more nightmarish in every second... she couldn't continue like this.
 
Charlotte walked down one of the empty corridors, hauling her treasures from Hogsmead up to the dormitorys, all the while humming to herself. Once she got to the dorm, she heard Taube talking to herself. Again. In her sleep. Charlotte dumped her stuff onto her bed. "Taube, are you okay?"
 
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"What? Oh, not really. Every time that I sleep, it's that same dream... but the details are easier to understand, and it gets even worse each time."
 
"Really? I just thought a rabid squrill was chasing after you. Because you were "Running" (In your sleep I mean) and moaning.It was very odd."
 
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"They-they tried to kill me. They wouldn't go back- I couldn't escape. I had no weapons. I could scream, and talk, and run, but that's it. No wand, no fists, no foot, no knife... And then it cuts away to another room, where everyone I've ever known or seen is... laughing. Watching me struggle. Watching me die. And I see the hooded things kill me, brutally, and they change the way they kill me each time. It's as if they want me to see myself die, to torture me. And, the worst part is... this time, I saw the face of one of the hooded figures. It was..." she choked back a sob and looked up at Charlotte. "It was you. I saw you as the center one."
 
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"They-they tried to kill me. They wouldn't go back- I couldn't escape. I had no weapons. I could scream, and talk, and run, but that's it. No wand, no fists, no foot, no knife... And then it cuts away to another room, where everyone I've ever known or seen is... laughing. Watching me struggle. Watching me die. And I see the hooded things kill me, brutally, and they change the way they kill me each time. It's as if they want me to see myself die, to torture me. And, the worst part is... this time, I saw the face of one of the hooded figures. It was..." she choked back a sob and looked up at Charlotte. "It was you. I saw you as the center one."

Charlotte jumped back off of the bed. "What?!? Uh-I-uh, I, I have to go. I need to talk with somebody about this..." Charlotte then grabbed a piece of paper and a ink pot and quill and ran out of the dorm.​
 

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