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Chapter 5:The Great Hall

No matter how much Rosie Deaver did not like the place, she was sent there at least once a year.

It was the same great hall that was in rubble, the dead bodies laid down as neatly as possible as the scene was frozen for Rosie to look around at.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do!" She cried out as she walked past the bodies, pausing at familiar faces.

She already knew that they were meant to die, she knew how they were going to die.

So, why was she constantly forced to face the great hall?

"I know now, I'm here so I can save them..." she trailed off sadly, her voice echoing around the dismal hall, rubble still falling down in battered areas.

"How am I supposed to help all these people? It's just me..."

Then she watches as the bodies slowly began to evaporate and her breathe hitched, she could feel the adrenaline spread deep through her body as she began to panic.

"No! I'm going to help them! I promise! I promise!"

"Rosie!"

"I'm going to save them!" Rosie began to thrash around as she felt someone tugging on her arms, and she panicked further and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Rosie, dear wake up!" She could hear a familiar woman's voice and she let out a gasp as she sat up, noticing most of the house around her.

"Did I...wake you up?" Rosie gulped and looked around at everyone.

"Oh, dear" Molly said in pity before holding up a wet cloth and wiping the girl, "Ginny has gone to get you some water, and I need you to take some deep breathe, alright?"

Rosie only nodded and repeated Molly's instructions, breathing slowly and calming down her booming heart.

"Gave us a right big scare there, Ro" Ron let out with a short laugh, only to be hit in the arm by Hermione. "Ow!"

"I'm so sorry that I woke you all up" Rosie apologised, guilt settling in as she looked around at the people and her eyes fixated on Fred.

Who was very much alive at the moment.

She quickly looked down to hands and Ginny then entered with the glass of water.

"Alright! Everyone clear out please!" Molly began to push the teenagers out of the room, aside from Ginny and Hermione, much to George's dismay.

"Was it another dream?" Ginny asked carefully, sitting down next to the brunette and taking her hand.

"Yeah. I was in the hall again" Rosie meekly admitted, thankful for being able to talk to someone about it.

"I think that it's trying to send you a message" Hermione theorised, "you did say that most dreams were about the future, so what if it's telling you about the future?"

Rosie gulped at the thought, "I hope not"

The three girls soon settled back into their beds and nodded each other a goodnight, Hermione being the first one to fall asleep.

"Happy Birthday, Ro" Ginny smiled at the older girl from the other side of the room.

"Thanks" Rosie briefly says before turning over and letting out a small huff.