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[Evil Prince Goking]

So you found the Room Of Dreams Well just make sure that your dream is not a nightmare!(I love this room.)

[Slytherina Malfoy]

My wonderful dream: Emma Watson a.k.a. Hermoine Granger sadly dies in a fatal accident caused by none other than me--of course--. so than instead of her side by side with Ron and Harry its ME. but....I CHOSE THE PATH OF EVIL. So I ditch Gryffindor, join Slytherin and happily date DRACO MALFOY

[micah sage]

AS micah opens up a door all mystical like. he enters a room full of stars. he sees a young girl sleeping, she looks about the same age as him, he decides that waking her up would be peril for him, so he leaves here be and lays down across the room from the girl and looks up at the stars and drifts off to sleep.

..... micah see him self in some woods walking with his wand out.. he stops he looks around for he though he here somthing. as he glares in the the dark woods, he lites up his wand with LUMOSin which a bright light flows out from the tip of his wand. he looks around his surroundings and continures to walk down a huge path..... Spiers. load and loads od spiders.... there all dead along with a grip of wizards... he helds he wand in his left hand and a sword in the other. blood drips from the sword. ..... a huge spider crawls over him well he is knocked out underneth it..... the sword he welded was through some wizard with a lond grey beard stomic..... the spider is next to him... he pets the spider and gets on top the spider..... appers at the school grounds..... he wakes up with cold sweat all over his body, he falls to sleep agian.
a black dog appers before him on the school grounds. he starirs the the black dog with a sm smirk. he continues to make his way to the school.... the dog blocks his way... the grey wizard comes out of the forrest..... a flash of green light comes soaring at him. he is soaked in cold sweat. all over him,, a black dog is all he could think of ands he get up and then fell back to sleep....

[micah sage]

.... micah is walking down a street when he sees a black dog..... a black dog isbarking at him while he is in a forrest... the grey wizard is looking stright at me from the forrest tree line.... another stream of green light soars past his right side of his head....Incredibal Pain Shears through his body.... an purple light soars forom his wand toward the grey wizard.... he cant move.....laying on the floor... cant buge an inch.... the grey wizzard stand over me.... points his wand at me and...... I awokes, with cold sweat driping from my forhead...I get up, and leave.

[Damura Ananikuria]

*She enters room and sees a girl sleeping and walks to the furthest corner from her. She falls asleep with knees tucked up to chest and arms around legs remembering her fallen friend...*

I stand on a gravel path, a driveway. I see a tall boy of sixteen get out of a redish Ford Taurus. I blink and hear the screeching of car tires that forces me to open my eyes. I see his mother run to his side, she screams for help. The driver of the Ford Ranger gets out and is saying, "I didn't see him! I didn't see him!". The boy's father makes it up the drive and tells Sue, the boy's mother, to call for an ambulance. The boy's father is yelling out his name, "Chris! Chris!" All is futile. The scene changes to a hallway in a hospital. I am talking to his parents, the signs are grim. I return home from school, a drama practice for the upcoming play, even though I am plagued by the guilt of even going. It's about 5:00 in the evening when I get the call: my best friend, Chris Bray is dead.

*Awakes* "Don't worry," is the message recieved from him that replays in my mind. A hug is given that Friday in dream and refelt again. My nightmare is the memories I had locked away hoping never to revisit. I relieze now, I cannot run from this feeling in the hoplessness of it all, the hopelessness of going on, but I also relize: 'The best is yet to come'.
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OOC: Chris Bray isn't a made-up character. He really is/was my best friend. He was a part of the Boy Scouts, 4-H, the local county fair and many other things and I miss him very much. I did not see the car accident that he had been in, but from what I was told by his family, the italizied paragraph is what facts I had recieved. No one knows what Chris or the Driver had been doing that could have caused the accident.

Chris Bray
1/17/88 to 3/22/04
Rest In Peace, "Kitty Kat"

[Ginny Malfoy]

OOC: That is so sad! Goking! Never get in a car crash! I couldn't handle it!

[Ciara Riddle]

ooc: That is sad... but live for today if you cannot fortell tomorrow, and do not dwell on the past. My favourite made up motto, aftr of course my Big Brother's famous words; I never planned to Fail, just Failed to PLan.

Back in Character:

A girl quietly walks into the room and settles on the floor, leaning against the wall. She curled her fists, wishing as usual she would be accepted for who and what she was. Of course she was related to Voldemort- most obvious as she chose her name after him instead of taking her mother's name- but there were deeper meanings about who and what she was.
She finally fell asleep, and gently began to dream.

The girl walked through a hall in a muggle school. She was 15, and she had long blonde hair with bright, auburn streaks, with little black ones, too. She opened her eyes, which were a bright green. The pupils were very odd, though- they were shaped like little skulls.

The dream changed untill it was a mother and her daughter- the same girl, but she had just blonde hair.

'Ciara,' The mother began.
'I want my father's name. And I know just who my father is, mum.' The girl said.
'You know? You know that he- don't you hate him for being so cruel?'
'NO, in fact I adore him for that fact. In fact, i think I take after him.'
She lifted out a wand, pointed it at her mother and removed her life.

Ciara woke up, shaking. She was the girl in dream- she was 17 now- and she did indeed take after her father, the fatyher who never there because she was result of Voldemort playing with her mother. She had proved just how much she was like Voldemort by killing her own mother. She sat up properly against the wall, and shivered.