A/N: I am not JKR, so don;t sue me! lol.
Just so you know, there are HBP spoilers in this! Read at your own peril...jk. Enjoy!
Hermione stood in the shadows, jumping at every sign of movement. She clutched her wand, her palm sweating. Beginning to wonder if standing still was a good idea, she moved a little closer towards the main corridor.
Nothing could have prepared her for the sight that met her red-rimmed eyes. The magnificent Entrance Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was in chaos. There was blood splattered everywhere, and chunks of the ceiling had fallen and cracked the marble floor. Death Eaters and Order members alike lay fallen, although the amount of the former far outnumbered the amount of the latter. Her eyes searched for the bodies of people she knew, but she recognized no one until she saw flaming red hair...
Hermione awoke with a start. Rolling over to check her alarm clock, she decided that 5:00 was an alright time to get up and pack. She had made arrangements to spend the last two weeks of the summer break at the Burrow with Harry and the Weasleys.
She shook her head, trying not to dwell on the nightmare she had had all too often. There were variations in it; sometimes the person dead would be Harry, or a Weasley, or her parents. Once or twice she had even knelt by her former Potions Master's lifeless body. Those were the weird ones. She consciously knew that Snape was a traitor, yet in her dreams, she shed as many tears for him as she did for her friends.
By 7:00, she was all set to go. She hauled her trunk down the stairs and kissed her mother and father goodbye, telling them not to worry about her and offering false words of assurance. Stepping out into the grey fog of an early London morning, she looked back at the house which had long ago stopped being her home. Deciding that seven in the morning was too early to become emotional and ruin her whole day, she concentrated on the 3 D's and Apparated to the Burrow.
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