Summery: Hermione has been having repeating dreams of a certain Hufflepuff's demise what happens when a DADA lesson including a boggart lets the secret out? How will he react? Hermione/Cedric in later chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hermione Granger, Cedric Diggory or any other Harry Potter characters so suing is not an option lol

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She was in a graveyard from what she could tell. It was dark with light fog, not enough to make seeing hard, but enough to make you on edge.

She took a few slow steps forward to find a small plot of land were only one tower of a grave stone rested. She cautiously walked up to it and put her right hand on the stone. She had read the engraved writing so many times before but every time it still sent shivers down her spine. Two words, that is all it took. Tom Riddle. Otherwise known as Lord Voldemort.

"Who are you! What are you doing here!" A voice from behind her called. She spun around to see the same stand off she had saw so many times before.

A tall handsome boy that looked about seventeen or eighteen wearing a Hufflepuff activity outfit with brown hair and blue eyes that looked like an ocean was covered in a thick blanket of grey smoke standing with his wand held straight in front of him, held at the second figure.

He was a small, chubby man with bundle of robes in his right arm and a wand in left hand. He also had a look on his face that screamed untrustworthy.

"Kill the boy" A cold and unnatural voice said from what sounded like the air itself because it didn't come from either of the two people standing in front of her. Neither of them moved an inch, including their lips.

The chubby man raised his wand and screamed "Avada Kedavra!" The killing curse.

"No!" She would always scream, but it made no difference it always ended the same way.

The green light energy that emitted from the mans wand would always hit the Hufflepuff's chest just when he was about to react. He was sent flying backwards and landed with a loud thump on the grass a few metres from where he was hit.

"NO!" She screamed again and ran to the boys side and dropped to her knees feeling tears run down her cheek.

She lowered her head onto his chest and cried.

"Why?" she asked herself "Why does it always end this way?"

"Help me" It was only a whisper but she heard it. She jerked her head up and looked around seeing no one not even the man who murdered him.

"Help me" She heard again, but again found no one to connect the voice to. Her gaze fell on to the newly deceased Hufflepuff. His eyes were wide open but showed no sign of life, she gently ran a hand over his cheek while whispering "I'm sorry"

"Help me" The voice said again but this time the boy looked directly at her and her eyes widened in fear.

Hermione awoke with a loud gasp from her mouth, and then she started panting. Looking around she saw she was sitting up in her shared third year Gryffindor dormitory. She put her hand on her forehead and wiped her sweat away. She looked at her bedside dresser to see the time on her clock change to read '6:00am'. She lay back on her bed and mumbled what she did every morning, at the same time every morning.

"Not again"

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