A/N: Hello, I posted this fic a long time ago, so if you recognize it…hey I'll finally get to finish it!! It's M for certain reasons… I'm not revealing the couples…yet. If I did anything wrong, please review and point it out. I revised it, but I'm not very good with magical things, places and spells…just characters…hehe, I'm awful. Anyways..

Quick Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me…along with anything from J.K…duh. LOL

HARRY POTTER: Nightmares

Chapter One: A Start

The light that shone in through her window faded and now it was night. She had just returned home a few hours ago and currently laid down fast asleep. The wind picked up making the trees rattle against her window. Hermione wasn't a deep sleeper, not anymore anyways, and strange noises began bothering her mind… she opened her eyes.

"Lumos," she sat up and her wand lit in a blue flame. She glanced around her room for the source of the noises. 'I must of imagine it,' she thought and flicked her wand so the light turned off. Her eyes staid opened looking at the ceiling unable to go back to sleep. It was so silent, she knew her parents were asleep…But then she heard the noises again. It came from down stairs.

It sounded as if someone had opened the door, 'but it's locked,' Hermione reasoned with herself, 'could they have opened it with magic?' All of the sudden she heard footsteps. 'No! Who could come at this hour? Especially a wizard? Why would a wizard come? Could it be Harry or Ron?' She thought and quickly sat up listening carefully as the footsteps came to a stop. 'Mom!! Dad!!' Came to her thoughts.

She got off bed as quickly as possible and ran with her wand in hand. Grabbing onto the door handle, "AAHHHHHH!!" she heard a terrifying shriek.

"MOM!!" She flew out the door, running towards her parents room. The next few seconds passed so fast that it seemed that the screams and sounds echoed all around the house.

"MOM, DAD??...Vold-..." She felt her heart stop when she arrived at the door of her parent's bedroom, not even her mouth let her finish the horror before her. He was looking at her, as if anticipating her coming, but Hermione wasn't looking at him anymore…no, she was looking at her parents. Her mom was bent down crying on top of her dad… a corpse now…turning cold.

She felt like throwing up. She wasn't expecting this…she wasn't at all expecting this… But her mind told her to move…to react, for her mother's sake. She felt the blood rushing through her veins.

"Expelliarmus," and before she could attack, her wand flied away from her and she was smashed to the wall.

"Such a weak child, just like Harry, always anticipating your attacks," he said in a cruel voice raising his wand, "always hesitant…ending in failure," and without any words a light came out of his wand and tortured Hermione's mom.

"AAAAHHHHH!!" Hermione's mother screamed, squirming and cringing on the floor. She didn't hear him say the spell, but the last light that came from Voldemort's wand and through Hermione's mom, was the deadly spell. She stopped moving.

He said something… but her head was filled with echoes of her mother's screams and now he was pointing his wand at Hermione. But she didn't react, she couldn't move. Tears came to her eyes, but did not burst. A knot made itself present in her throat. She felt sick and weak, then, for some odd reason, he disappeared at a blink of an eye.

She looked at her parents with disbelieve. Tears started to fall from her sadden and horror stricken eyes. The floor met her knees and she felt her stomach come out, or at least if felt that way as she vomited on the carpet. She crawled towards her parents, "MOM!!DAD!!WAKE UP!! Mom? Dad?" She started to shake them…reason leaving her mind. They weren't dead… They just couldn't be dead. She began to weep more as she saw they would not respond. She didn't want to accept the truth.

"No," she said in her sore voice shaking her parents a bit more, unable to give up hope, "No.." She fell on her side and started to weep out loud. She was lost, her tears were like waterfalls, falling freely. She stayed like that until she fainted, tears still falling freely and silently.

Another summer was almost finished and Harry Potter did his same routine as last summer. He hid himself every morning to listen to the news. Sometimes he was successful, sometimes he was not.

This morning he rested besides the couch under his invisible cloak. The news started and his stomach felt warm inside with hope that the news of Voldemort would come out into the muggle world, and that there was a sign of Voldemort, of course.

"There still is much suspicion with the house that was found a week ago, containing the two corpses identified as the owner and his wife. Their daughter, the only survivor is still under a coma under the supervision of the police, being the primary suspect. The police are waiting for the young girl to wake up so they'll be able to know more about her parents deaths and maybe arrest her," said the ancherman. "We will have an update as soon as we know more," he finished then his co-worker spoke, "And when we come back how the Jolly Olly man handles kids..."

Harry began to think about the death and knew that the search for news about Voldemort must of been over because they skipped from the accident to the Jolly Olly man. Who was he anyways? He walked back to his room still wondering about the unknown deaths of the two people. He was unsure what to make of it.

Every three to five days he got letters from Hermione and Ron, so he decided to send them a letter before they started writing to him. He quickly wrote questions to both, Hermione and Ron, about the death of the two persons and what they thought about it. He also asked if it could be connected to Voldemort and the wizerding world in some way. He went to Hedwig, who was asleep.

"Hey Hedwig," Hedwig glared at Harry, "sorry I know that you been having a lot of work lately, but it's important that we keep in touch," he said tying the letter to her leg. He let her out of his window and watched her become a little spot in the sky, then disappear.

Harry laid on his bed, minutes later falling asleep. Hours passed and soon he heard the alarm go off. He stood and looked around as he turned off his alarm. He saw one letter on his bed and an owl with a newspaper. He paid the owl and it flew away.

He threw the paper to a side as he decided to read the letter first. He guessed this first letter was from Hermione, since she was always the first to write back. He was wrong, it came from Ron.

As he opened the letter anther owl flew in dropping another letter on Harry's bed. The owl flew away as he walked to grab the second letter, thinking this one was from Hermione for sure, but again he was wrong. This letter, it surprised him, came from Dumbledore, but he had already got his school letter and material list, what could Dumbledore want? He opened Ron's letter first and read what it said:

No idea if it has something to do with you-know-who. I don't watch muggle's news mate, but Hermione maybe does, she might know.

Ron

His letter was short, then he wondered why Hermione hadn't sent a letter yet. She was usually quick to respond. He then opened Dumbledore's letter with curiosity. It said;

Dear Mr. Potter

I am sending this letter to inform you that you will become a Prefect for part of the year, Miss Granger will take a short absence due to some personal difficulties. Your badge is enclosed with this letter, I'll tell you and Ron about her absence later when the time is right.

Thank you Mr. Potter

Albus Dumbledore

This was definitely strange and made no sense. Difficulties? Absence?? For how long? He sat at his desk and quickly wrote a letter to Ron to see if he had gotten a letter from Dumbledore. He also wrote another letter to Hermione, asking about the difficulties Dumbledore had mentioned in the letter. If maybe he could help her at all. Hoping she was okay, after all she had been hit with a strong spell not but some months ago.

Receiving and reading the two letters then writing a respond made Harry forget about the Daily Prophet that laid besides his bed. The wizarding newspaper displayed a picture in the front of the paper. The picture had a lot of police around a house, moving around the lights flashing. The headlines read, "A wizard's muggle parents dead," On it. Three and a half hours later Hedwig came back. Harry waited for her to rest before sending her with new letters.

After Hedwig left with Ron's and Hermione's letter an owl came to his room really fast. The owl dropped a letter from Mrs. Weasley telling the time they would pick him up so he would leave to the Burrow with them.

The rest of the day he spent packing and resting. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley would come up with a Portkey at the middle of the night.

He had everything packed, and then a letter came right before it was mid-night.

Harry

I don't know anything about Hermione, but my parents were acting weird and also I did get a letter from Dumbledore. He only told me the same as your letter. Has Hermione answered your recent letters? Tell me later, I'll see you tonight then.

Ron

Harry folded the letter and put it in his drawer. No, Hermione hadn't answered his recent two letters. Where was she? Was she okay? Then he noticed the news paper laying on the ground right beside his bed. He walked to it and then picked it up noticing the front. How odd, it seemed that the paper was missing a picture… It was just a blank space in the center, the other minimal stories around the space. He opened it and also notice a big, chunk of blank paper on the first page and he wondered.

"They messed up my news paper. Is that even possible? For a wizard to mess up a paper like this?" He asked himself. Then all of the sudden Mrs. and Mr. Weasley appeared with a plate in their hands.

"Yes Harry, even wizards mess up," said Mr. Weasley walking to Harry and grabbing the paper. "Got a million of this at work and everyone was complaining," he continued speaking.

"You think Voldemort did it?" Asked Harry looking for answers.

"I really don't know. Dumbledore said that Vol.. (shudder) was going to lay low again for more time. You know to get more followers, now that he saw he is no match," answered Mr. Weasley.

"Enough talk we must be leaving. Come on you two lets go," said Mrs. Weasley, and they grabbed everything and went.

Everything was quiet around her and Hermione floated in between what felt like heaven and hell. She heard voices…whispers and then she awoke.

"Awake," said Dumbledore standing in the dark, "I am sorry for the loss Hermione--"

"...It's ok Dumbledore..." She said with a low voice, "..When am I going back to school?" She asked her eyes empty of feelings, not looking at the headmaster eye to eye.

"You can take a little break. All your stuff was retrieved from the muggle house and Minerva gave a good explanation to the police," Dumbledore said and walked to the door, "rest for now and don't worry if you don't want anyone to know yet. We covered the news until you're ready to tell people. Bye for now," and he left.

Hermione laid on the bed thinking. How would she take this? With tears already messing up her view she stood and walked to the window. She must of been in St. Mungos because the windows had an enchantment on it so no one could fall. Again she felt sick and cold, "..Mom...Dad.." she said in a low voice and walked to her bed already crying.

Harry, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley got to the Burrow. They walked silently.

"Now go to bed dear," whispered Mrs. Weasley to Harry as they entered the Burrow and walked upstairs. He entered Ron's room and sighed. Just as he sighed Ron sat up and said, "Hi."

"Hey, what's up?" Harry answered.

"Nothing much. Can't wait to go back to school," Ron said and Harry got confused. Wasn't Ron usually complaining about school?

"I got a prefects badge," said Harry.

They went to bed quickly and pretended to be asleep as they heard Mrs. Weasley's footsteps.

"Where do you reckon Hermione is at?" Asked Ron when the coast was clear.

"Don't know."

"Has she sent any letters back?"

"She hasn't written to me since a week or so ago," said Harry getting worried.

"She hasn't written anything to me since two weeks," they stayed quiet the rest of the time. Then Harry heard Ron's breathing, meaning he was asleep. Harry went to sleep and started having a weird dream. He saw Hermione crying, then two shadows dead. "Harry," she said in a low voice.

He awoke the next day forgetting half of his dream. They went downstairs and everyone greeted Harry. After breakfast Mr. Weasley and his two sons went to work. Harry remembered that the twins had quitted school to start their own shop. The only people left at the house were Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Ginny, and himself. The three kids left to talk and then Mrs. Weasley gave them lunch and said they were going to Diagon Alley after that.

They finished eating and the time passed so fast it was already time for them to go shopping.

Hermione woke up at two forty in the afternoon, feeling as if she had been sleeping for a year, yet feeling tired. She looked around and saw a stack of books and stuff, all this looked like her new Hortwarts materials. She sighed as she thought of the boys and the school and then her parents. She felt a lump in her throat and didn't want to stay awake. She laid her head on the pillow and felt frustrated. Why couldn't she forget? Why did this happen to her?? She stood up and started screaming, cursing, throwing stuff and hitting everything. She wanted to go, she wanted to die. She stopped in front of the mirror and looked at herself. She looked weak and blamed herself…for everything.

"You could of saved them!" She screamed at image. She felt light headed, then she punched the mirror. Wanting to punch herself. Wishing she had destroyed herself instead of breaking the mirror. The mirror shattered into pieces. The shards hitting her, cutting her arms and her beautiful face. She started bleeding and tears, again, spilled from her eyes and she fell on her knees. Hermione looked at her reflection in the shattered mirror on the floor. She grabbed a piece of mirror and put it to her veins. Yes, this was the only way to make it all go away. She breathed, pressing it a bit, feeling the pain as the shard dug in. She saw light and the glass in her arms disappeared. She looked around and saw a Healer. No…her cure was taken away from her. Hysterically she made a grab for another piece, but they were all gone. The Healer took care of Hermione the rest of the day and replaced everything to its place and laid Hermione on her bed. Her face in a shocked state…she couldn't get away…

Harry, Ron, and Ginny walked through Diagon Alley seeing everything and talking. Every few seconds Harry looked all around him, hoping to see Hermione. They bought everything they needed and were ready to leave to Hortwarts the following morning.

The next day everyone awoke a little bit late and the house was a racket as everyone tried to get ready to leave. They traveled in the subway, now that the family got smaller it was easier to keep them in sight and this time it was a little much quicker because Mr. Weasley had taken their luggage with him and left the children to Mrs. Weasley.

"Now everyone stay close," Mrs. Weasley kept saying, even though there were only three of them and it would be hard to lose sight of one. They got to platform 9 3/4 fast and they were saying their goodbyes as the train whistled it's leave.

"See you on Christmas! Ron take care of Ginny. Be careful Harry," screamed Mrs. Weasley as the train started moving. "See you later kids," was all Mr. Weasley said. The expression on their faces bothered Harry. They were hiding something…

Hermione laid awake staring at the clock on the wall.

"I'm late," she said and looked out of the window. She stood and sat again from time to time. She walked around the room, crying sometimes. All the stuff from her room had been enchanted in case she would try to break anything again. She walked in front of the mirror and cried. The loss still hurt and being bottled up in the hospital wasn't helping. She had not seen anyone and wondered how everything was, and now everyday that passed she got sleepier and sleepier. She was worried. She also needed to see Harry and talk to him, tell him everything, but how? How? Why hadn't anyone come to see her? Why couldn't she just die? The thoughts came back along with the feelings of desperation. She wanted to die… Life wasn't worth living anymore…Noo… Why couldn't she get away? It hurt to much.

The healer came in and handed her a cup. She knew it was a potion to make her sleep, and she took it. Anything to get her away from her memories.

That night she didn't sleep well. She kept waking up, having the same nightmares. She awoke at about three in the morning, crying again. She stood and walked to the window. The city looked so dead, lifeless and looked so depressing. Hermione walked out of her room and through the halls. Everything seemed so dark. She kept walking and saw a door. Opening it, light came in and she walked out to the light.

Healers ran to her room and started giving her potions and performing spells on her. She was dying.

Harry awoke and felt sad. His feelings were mixed with confusion and sadness. He looked at the moon as it started raining. Something was going on, something he could not explain. He stood up and walked out of the compartment and went to the back of the train. Was it the sad feelings he avoided during summer because of his godfather's death? He couldn't explain why now…maybe it was because they were getting closer to the magical world. He just could bare feeling this way…why he was feeling this way.

They arrived the next night and Harry still felt restless. They walked to the castle after being left by the carriages. It was still pouring. The sorting was done and they ate. Ron and him showed the first year students to their dormitories without much talk. Ron told Harry that Hermione had talked about everything when they started prefectering. As Ron mentioned Hermione's name Harry felt something but could not make anything of it. There was just a strong feeling in his heart.

Dumbledore walked through St. Mungo's halls and stopped in front of a desk. The healer started talking to him as they walked to a room.

"She is temporarily dead. We've stablelized her body…But the reason we can't awaken her is because her soul left her body. All we can do now is wait for her to come back…if she ever does come back. We still have her pulse and heart beat, really weak though. We can't keep her like this for ever though," said the healer.

"I really hope she comes back," Dubleldore said looking at a pale Hermione.

A/N: Yo! Hope you like it… If you do please review… it helps me a lot. If you didn't like it… review and tell me why. I'll try to update this one with my other story… Teenage Suicide... well much luv! eld