Prologue
Their first meeting started as a dream, more a nightmare.
Hermione had been the library then woken in a strange white room with a small black-haired girl looming over her.
The first thing Hermione noticed about the girl as she tried to stand-up were her eyes, dark eyes that seemed empty and cold.
"Where am I?," Hermione asked, shuffling backwards slightly away from the girl who'd stayed on the ground.
The girl remained silent for a few minutes, staring at Hermione in a way that made her stay rooted to the spot before asking with a sinister smile "Do you want to play?."
"I don't have time, I have to get back to my dorm," Hermione stuttered, staring at girl and hoping her answer would appease the girl enough to let her go from here; wherever here was.
All Hermione knew was the room was cold, the walls were so white it hurt to look at them and the girl scared her.
"But you're already in your dorm. Don't you remember?," the girl asked, giggling. "You left the library, and went straight to your dorm to sleep because you had a headache. You're sleeping now".
Hermione gulped slightly at the girl's tone, it was cold and mocking. Not the natural tone of child. The fact she couldn't remember going to her dorm frightened her, but she took a deep breath and told herself it was because she was dreaming and dreams were weird.
She tried waking herself up by pinching her arm, but still she remained asleep and in the room.
"Does Hermione want to wake-up?, because I'm nice I'll let you but remember this Hermione I'll be there when you sleep, when you wake and I'll always be there. There is nothing you can do to stop it!," the little girl's voice echoed and Hermione began to wake.