Twisted Fate
Chapter 1
A Dream All Too Real
Hermione walked silently through the dimly lighted forest. She didn't know why she was there, or how she got there. Something just pulled at her to continue walking, to continue searching.
Suddenly she found herself in an open clearing, but she wasn't alone. In the middle of the clearing stood two hooded figures that reminded her slightly of the death eaters they had faced. A shiver ran down her spine as she ducked into the tall brush so as not to be seen.
They seemed to be arguing, but she couldn't get close enough to hear what they where saying. Right before her eyes she watched one draw its wand from inside its cloak and point it at the other. The other stood rigid and she could have sworn she heard hissing coming from the one with the wand. The second cloaked person slowly withdrew his wand as well. She recognized it in an instant.
It was Harry, and the other person in the cloak could only be Voldemort. She sprang up from behind the brush she had to help him, she had to do something. She sprinted to the middle of the clearing. But just then Voldemort raised his wand and a green light shot out of it hitting Harry and throwing him back, rigid on the floor.
"Harry NO!" Hermione screamed.
Hermione sat bolt up right screaming. Her eyes where wide as she glanced around the room she now laid in. She wasn't in the forest anymore. She was back in the nicely decorated house and in the extremely extravagant four poster bed. Flinging back the satin sheets she stood up realizing her blue night dress was clinging to her from the cold sweat.
"It was all a dream. That's all it was, nothing more. It doesn't mean anything." She told herself as she began to pace around the room. "Okay so I have not heard from Ron and Harry lately. But that's only because they don't know I am here." She told herself trying to calm down. "Oh it was just a stupid dream! Why am I so upset about it?" She said flopping back onto the bed as the sheets conformed to fit her body. "Maybe because I never have dreams like that." She said quietly to herself.
She made up her mind as she stood up. Walking over to the closet she opened it and grabbed the first shirt and pair of pants she saw. Throwing them on, she grabbed the rest and shoved them carelessly into a trunk. Grabbing all of her books and items she had allowed to accumulate around the room and placed them in last. Pulling on a pair of socks and putting on her shoes she sat down at the desk with a piece of parchment, quill, and ink. She began to write...
Dear Victor,
I have had a wonderful time here at your home this summer. And I am greatly pained to be leaving this way. But I must leave immediately. I know this may seem slightly rushed but I must get back home. I fear something terrible may be happening or has already happened. Please know that the suddenness of my leaving has nothing to do with you, and I do hope we are still friends. Please write me back, I will be staying at the Burrow. Thank you for everything. And once again I am sorry.
Sincerely
Hermy
...She sealed the letter. Walking quietly up the spiral staircase she walked into a large bronze double doored room. The snores from a very tired Victor Krum where the only sounds that greeted her. She walked quietly over to his night stand and laid the letter next to a picture of them they had taken over the summer at his summer house. Smiling at him she quickly left the room and raced down the stairs. She grabbed her trunk and raced to the front door of the large house. Turning around once more and glancing at the beautiful house. She smiled to herself.
"Farewell. I am sorry." She said quietly as she turned around. She didn't glance back after that. She had one thing on her mind and that was to be home. Back with her friends and family and hoping it wasn't too late.