Her bushy brown hair whipped about her face. She ran faster. The cold sea wind blew gusts around her and the sharp, salty smell of the sea filled her nostrils. Suddenly, she stopped the edge of the old, wooden pieryhat stood before her. She could hear the frozen water rushing beneath the thin sheet of ice. She could hear the footsteps behind her.
Then she was running again, only threw a dark forest this time. A boy of about her age ran beside her, his dark hair messy. He had round glasses and a scar the shape of a bolt of lightning on his forehead. She heard a sound echoing in her ears:
"Come on Hermione, we're nearly there!"
Then she was lying down on a dentists chair , a light of blinding white casting spots in her eyes so she couldn't see. A man was standing over her, jabbing around in her mouth.
"Oh Hermione , looks like your going to need another filling ,what are they feeding you at that school of yours?"
"I'm sorry dad," she said standing up "but I'm still going back, regardless what state butter beer leaves my teeth in."
She was on the train now her trunk next to her and a book open on her lap. A boy sat opposite her looking frantically around.
"Hermione, I've lost Trevor, can you help me look?"
"Sure Neville." She go up and walked out of the carriage.