Love Kills

Ginny woke with a start.

She had been having the most bizzare dreams, and all of them ended the same: killing somebody.

She had woken a monster, a snake of some sorts, knowing it was wrong.

But she needed a way to get him, her true love.

He was famous in the wizarding world, having defeated the evil sorcerer Voldemort as a baby. And Ginny loved him. She loved everything about him. His green grass colored eyes, His flowing black hair, the scar on his forehead, shaped like a lightning bolt.

But he never noticed her. He was her brother's best friend, and he never talked to her.

So Ginny had admired from afar, always creating imaginary scenarios in her head that she knew would never happen. But lately, she had been creating worse scenarios.

She would go to the girls bathroom, whisper a hiss, and the sink would disappear. A passage would be there, and she would go down it, knowing to keep her eyes closed, for the beast could kill with a look. She would open a chamber door, whispering in the hiss again, not knowing what it meant herself, and the door would open. The beast would be there, waiting on her every beck and call. She would hiss at it, and it would follow her, slithering through the chamber doors. It would go through the passage and come out in the bathroom. It would go down the halls, finding its next victim. And every night it had found one.

But it had always been a friend of his, her true love's. This time it was Lavender Brown.

She got out of bed and sighed. Every night it was the same thing, and every morning, she would wake up to the news of a death in the castle.

The same one in her dream.