My new story. I hope you like the idea!

"When she was just a girl, she expected the world,
But it flew away from her reach, so she went away in her sleep,
And dreamed of para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise,
Everytime she closed her eyes.."

- Paradise by Coldplay

Prologue:

Dreams.

We all have them, every time we close our eyes. Whether we remember them or not. Did you know you have approximately four to six dreams every night? Yet sometimes we wake up not even remembering one. Then we have those dreams that we hope to never forget. Maybe we even write it down so we don't forget, it's that important to us. I had dreams like those. Every time I closed my eyes. But there comes a point when you dream so much... you can't stop. That's when those dreams become nightmares. Because you can no longer distinguish the difference between reality and fantasy.

"Take it off, Ron. Please take it off. You wouldn't be talking like this if you hadn't been wearing it all day -" I pleaded, walking forward towards him.

"Yeah, he would. D'you think I haven't noticed the two of you whispering behind my back? D'you think I haven't guessed what you were thinking?" Harry challenged angrily, his feelings of betrayal evident in his bright green eyes.

I now turned to face Harry, conflicted between the two boys, unsure who I should talk to first. It had been growing obvious every day we traveled, hunting for Horcruxes, that Ron was becoming impatient. We were all unsure, really. Nothing to go on. No help.

"Harry, we weren't -" I started.

"Don't lie! You said it, too, you said you were disappointed -" Ron fought back, now glaring at me. The evil from the locket, the bad vibes were changing Ron into a monster.

"I didn't! Not like that! Harry - I didn't!" I shrilled, tears clouding my eyesight and a knot tightening in my stomach. I was supposed to be the Peace Keeper. It was my job to stop these things from happening, and now I was in the middle of it.

"So why are you still here?" he ignored me, demanding the answer from Ron.

"Search me." Ron shot back, getting dangerously close to Harry.

"Then why don't you go?" Harry retorted.

"Do you want to know why I listen to that radio every night? To make sure I don't hear Ginny's name, or Fred, or George, or Mum!" Ron yelled, ignoring Harry's comment.

I looked back and forth between them, too choked up to interrupt.

"You think I'm not listening too? You think I don't know how this feels?" Harry shouted back, now hurt in his eyes as well.

That stung him, and I knew it.

"No, you don't know how it feels! Your parents are dead. You have no family," Ron hissed at him.

That was crossing the line and I knew what was coming. Harry lunged at Ron but I cast a Shield Charm between them, fearful of just exactly how far they would have gone in their anger. Both were breathing heavily, steaming mad. I wished the knot in my stomach would go away. I could fix this. They'd be okay, they just needed some alone time.

"Leave the Horcrux," Harry said flatly. I glanced back and forth between them once again, now completely confused. He wasn't serious, was he? He couldn't just...

Ron pulled the locket off, and threw it on a cot.

"What are you doing?" he asked me forcefully.

"I- what?" I blinked.

"Are you staying, or going?" he answered in an irritated voice. I shook my head.

"I- we said we'd stay. I can't just.. go."

"I get it. You choose him," Ron spat. He pushed aside the flap of the tent and stormed out. I started after him but I was blocked by my own Shield. It took me a few moments to remove it, fumbling the whole time. I finally made it out and I ran outside, calling after him. It was drizzling in the dense, cool forrest.

"Ron! Come back, Ron! Please!" I shouted weakly, unable to hold back my tears any longer. How could he just. just walk off? After all we'd been through. I sat down on the ground, numb, and cried. Ron was the one I wanted to have a future with. After all this. But now he was gone and he'd made his choice. I pushed myself up and trudged back into the tent after what I figured had been an hour or so of crying and staring into nothingness.

I dropped into the armchair and curled up, forcing my eyes to shut. Just stay shut, why don't you? I thought bitterly. But then I felt guilty for such a selfish thought, when Harry and so many more people were counting on me. I took a deep breath and somehow, even in my hurt, I drifted to sleep.

I opened my eyes and treetops stared back at me, so high above. The sky was bright and sunny above me. That's what caught me off guard. I hadn't seen a sunny day in months.

"Harry! Harry, I'm sorry! I fell asleep," I said loudly, jumping up to check on him in the tent. How stupid of me! I must have imagined going back into the tent. I brushed a frizzy curl away from my face and stumbled backwards as I stared into the face of a handsome blonde boy, approximately my age or older. Behind him the bushed rustled and a group of men approached carefully, with a raggedy looking young boy, again, my age as well. He tripped over a tree root, it was quite pitiful looking.

"Who are you?"

They were all dressed differently then I'd ever seen. The handsome boy held a crossbow and the ones behind him were dressed in armor, I think. Armor? Where was I?

"I- I... who are you?" I questioned, my eyes flickering between him and the men in back. They were on their guard.

"I asked you first," the boy replied. "You would do well to answer, seeing as I am Prince Arthur Pendragon of Camelot."

"Okay, look," I laughed nervously. "I don't know what you're trying to pull, mate, but I for one know we are definitely NOT in Camelot. We aren't even in that ERA."

The supposed Arthur scrutinized me momentarily. "Seize her."

And I was ambushed by five men, my hands tied behind my back.

"Arthur, she's just a girl," the clumsy one with dark hair said.

"She defied my orders and has been found trespassing," Arthur replied in a dignified tone. "You have no need getting into matters of royalty."

"I agree with the dark haired one," I put in.

"Let's go back to the castle," Arthur ordered.