Wentworth watched helplessly as the Imperius Curse struck him. A thousand questions flashed through his mind. Why was there a Portkey on his bed? Who was the other person? Were they connected to the people he'd encountered when he first arrived in this world?
But what worried Wentworth more was that his attacker had used the Imperius Curse, one of the Unforgivable Curses, instead of the Killing Curse. They must want to use him for something, or find out something from him. Wentworth feared they might make him do something he would regret for the rest of his life.
But no matter how worried Wentworth was, the spell still struck him. In an instant, his vision seemed to turn white.
"Wentworth? Wentworth, wake up! Were you dreaming? Go back to the dormitory and sleep!"
Wentworth's eyes flew open. He rolled to his feet and, in one fluid motion, pulled out his wand.
"Whoa, Wentworth, what are you doing? Trick or treat? The problem is, I lost all my candy to Green!"
Wentworth stared at Cedric, who stood before him with his hands raised and an exaggerated expression on his face. It took him a long moment to react.
He shook his head hard, trying to clear it, then looked around. When he saw the familiar surroundings and the jack-o'-lanterns hanging around the Hufflepuff Common Room, he finally began to understand.
He seemed to have been dreaming just now. The dream had been so vivid that he could still remember every scene and detail clearly.
"Hey, Wentworth, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick?"
Cedric seemed to notice that something was off. He walked over in surprise and placed a hand on Wentworth's forehead.
"You don't feel hot, but why are you sweating so much?"
Cedric asked, puzzled.
At last sure that