The New Girl

He was running. He didn't know why or where to, but he had to save her! Who? He cleared several trees' branches and stopped dead. He was in a dark clearing, surrounded by giant trees that seemed to be closing in on him. Their branches obscured his vision from everything but the person standing in front of him.

"Jessie..." he said, his voice dry and cracked. She stood before him in a long, gray dress which appeared to produce a soft, silver glow around her, while everything else was getting darker. She slid her hand to rest on her hip, and cocked it one side, smiling wickedly at him.

"Yes, Harry?" Her other hand rested on her collar, slowly pulling to show more and more skin. Harry turned around. Jessie would never show that much cleavage; would she?

He looked up, and there she was in front of him again. Jessie wore the same dress and still had her hand on her hip and neckline. She looked exactly the same. He looked back over his shoulder. She was still there. He turned back around, confused. She was in front of him and behind him. He stared at her, trying to figure out how this unusual situation had come to pass, when he saw a dark shadow invade her light. Jessie's aura was beginning to turn black.

"Watch out!" His yell seemed to be absorbed by the darkness. Harry could barely hear his own scream. He tried again, but no sound came from his mouth. She folded her arms across her chest, and smirked at his effort. The shadow behind her was now taking the form of what appeared to be a man.

"For what?" she purred, mockingly. The so-called shadow had now taken the complete form of a man, if he could be called that. Red eyes glowed from inside his head. This was the man who always walked his dreams; his nightmares. Voldemort. How could Jessie not notice the Dark Lord wrapping his arms around her waist? Or his arms moving up and into her hair? They could at least get a room, if that's what she wanted. Wait. Voldemort was trying to get Jessie!

Harry began running. He had to save her. Jessie. The girl he had spent Dudley's birthday with. The girl who had come to the backyard once, so they could talk. She was a bit clumsy at times, but who cared if she tripped and broke her arm once, or twice? That was easily repaired. This was the girl he really, really liked. Harry was not going to lose her to Voldemort.

He was getting nowhere. He tried running faster, but it didn't help. Harry was still in the same spot he had started in.

Voldemort lifted his hand onto Jessie's face and tilted it. He leaned forward, and whispered something in her ear. She smiled again, and lifted her arm to point at Harry. Her fingers curled, so only one was still pointing at him. Why did her finger look so much like a wand?

"Good bye, Harry." she whispered as a bright green light shot out of her finger and hit him square in the chest. All he could feel was pain. Memories came flooding back. He could hear screaming. The same kind he heard when there was a dementor close. Not good. He screamed out to Jessie. She wouldn't kill him! He was beginning to have some doubts about her.

Harry's eyes shot open. It was all a dream, just a dream. He sat up in his bed, blanket sliding off his bare chest. His hand shot to his scar. He rubbed it, but it didn't help the pain from the dream go away. He heard a dull thunk come from the corner of his room, by his window. Voldemort couldn't be here. Even if he was, he wouldn't make any noise, right? It could be Wormtail. Harry could deal with him. Maybe. He grabbed his wand from his bedside table and attempted to look over where the sound had come from. He couldn't see over his desk. Stupid desk. Why did it have to be there now? His heart sped up as he slowly threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. He slowly tiptoed to the end of his bed. Still, Harry couldn't see it.

As he got closer he began running hexes over in his head. When he got close enough he took a deep breath and stepped behind his desk to face whatever, whoever was there. He held his wand out, poised for action.