Dream On
By Siriusly Amused

Author's Note: I've been wanting to write an 'all grown up' fic for a very long time. As a matter of fact, I wrote this prologue several months ago. According to my previous AN, it was at midnight and I had finals the next day. I couldn't think of an actual plot for it, so I had just set it aside until today when I got a brain fart for it. I wouldn't exactly call this a 'happy' fic, but at the same time, it's not depressing either and will probably have a few chuckles in it--most likely end well too. Definitely a Ron/Hermione fic.

Disclaimer: I do not now, never have, and never will own the Harry Potter universe. I do, however, own a rather spiffy CoS poster signed by the cast and JK Rowling herself. Likewise, I do not now, never have and never will own the lyrics that I post at the beginning of the chapter. Don't get pissy with me I know you don't want us posting lyrics; however, I will only post one or two lines, I will credit, and the rest of the chapter will be my own words for my own story.

He had her hand grasped firmly in his own as they ran down the dimly lit Privet Drive. The street was filled with both Death Eaters and innocent Muggles who had mistakenly left their homes to investigate the commotion coming from Number 4. The two teenagers had their wands drawn and grasped tightly in their hands as they shot past the thoughtless slaughter of innocent people and tried to get closer to their best friend and worst enemy. They could see his house; it looked quiet and undisturbed by the war that took place around it.

She let out a bloodcurdling scream as one of the Muggles, who had seen her wand and mistaken her for a Death Eater, grabbed her around her neck and began to choke her. Her eyes widened and stared into the eyes of her attacker as he continued to prohibit her of oxygen. His eyes were filled with both immense fear and incredible hate as he called her obscenities under his breath.

"Get off of her, you bastard!" her red headed companion shouted as he forcefully knocked the man unconscious. She took a rasping breath and began to cough uncontrollably as air made its way back into her lungs. Strong arms steadied her as she hunched over and tried to regain her breath. She rested her head upon his chest and grabbed fistfuls of his T-shirt as her cloudy mind began to clear. "Are you alright?" he asked softly, removing one of his hands so that he could deflect a stray curse with his wand.

She stood up and looked into his blue eyes, finding the strength in them to nod her head yes. "We have to keep going; Harry needs us," she stated, releasing his T-shirt and grabbing his hand once more.

The duo took off, running faster than they ever had before until they reached the front door of their destination. The door swung open so fast when they approached it that the doorknob probably made a hole in the wall . They ran inside and found three people huddling in fear on the steps. The woman raised a shaky finger to the living room and the duo turned on their heels in an instant to come face to face with their worst nightmare: Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort stood facing each other, their wands pointed at one another's hearts.

"Harry!" the girl shouted, distracting the boy and dark lord.

Voldemort sneered when he saw the two teenagers standing in the doorway. Slowly, the dark lord pointed his wand at them and said two of the most fearsome words in the universe.

"No!" Harry Potter cried out, flinging himself in front of his friends. The green light hit Harry squarely in the chest and The Boy Who Lived was dead before he hit the floor.

For a moment, time stood still as everyone processed what had just taken place; they all stared at Harry's lifeless form in shock before Voldemort issued a cold chuckle that escalated into manic laughter.

Her face flushed with anger and her hands clenched and unclenched themselves as she glared at the hated leader. Beside her her companion did the same, and in a split second they were rushing toward Voldemort, their hands outstretched, both intending to strangle the evil wizard to death.

Voldemort's guard was down and he was shocked when he felt four hands around his neck. He was even more shocked when he felt an intense burning sensation spread from their hands throughout his body. His laughter turned into shrieks of pain as his own body burned to ash.

The two teenagers felt the pain as well, but neither one wanted to let go; their anger was too great. Finally, they released him when they could no longer stand the pain and both teens fell to the floor, barely hanging on to consciousness. Breathing deeply, the girl's hazy vision turned to the boy laying next to her. He seemed to be feeling as much pain and exhaustion as she. Meeting her gaze, the boy wrapped a protective arm around her and with the last of his strength pulled her closer to him. She felt his heart beating weakly against her own before she too lost consciousness.

End Author's Note: Not bad for a prologue, eh? I was going to wait a bitlonger to post this but I just started school this week and I could use some cheering up. Reviews alwaysmake me happy. And if you're feeling the need to point out that it's Harry that has to kill Voldemort, in this fic, I'm explaining it as: Harry did kill Voldemort, by placing the charm on Ron and Hermione, he killed him. Does that make sense? I hope so. Normally I ramble in these things, but I can't think of what to say in this one except this fic is the reason why Hogwarts High II has slow updates. I'm currently on the 4th chapter with this fic! Go me! Chapter one will be posted next week. Most probably next Wednesday. Chapter two will be a week after, and so on and so forth until I either finish the story or get a bout of writer's block and run out of chapters. I hope you enjoy it. I want some Mountain Dew.