I made this a little while ago, and I hope you can enjoy it. The prompt that triggered it was "Witch hunt".
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Muggle Hunt
She ran. But it seemed like she wasn't moving at all. She could hear the people shouting behind her, screaming in menacing and violent voices.
"Heresy!"
"Daughters of the devil!"
"Demons!"
"Witches!"
The last was the most repeated one. Witch, witch, witch, witch…!
Ahead, she could hear the pained screams of the ones like her, her sisters, as the fire ended their lives in the most horrible way. If she listened carefully, she could even hear the fire crepitating. It was monstrous, really. All they did was help. They used plants and herbs to create medicines for all types of illness. They tended the wounded, making them better. They healed the sicknesses of the soul.
And now all that people they used to help were chasing after them, trying to burn them alive.
"Heresy!"
"Daughters of the devil!"
"Demons!"
"Witches!"
She felt the tears running down her cheeks, burning her skin like acid. She was thinking very hard, but she couldn't find a way to escape. In all possible turn-outs, she would end up as ashes, just like everyone else she had once loved.
"No!" she screamed when someone grabbed her arm. "I have not done anything wrong!"
"My son died because of your witchcraft!" the tall and fat woman accused her.
"No! I helped your son! He only lived as much because of me, otherwise his demise would have been much sooner."
"I hope you will burn in hell!"
She cried even harder. She had cared deeply for that boy, treating him as if he was a child of her own womb, and now his mother, a woman that had come crying into her house, begging her to save his child, was unjustly accusing her. Something was very wrong in the world.
However, before she could protest, her hands were being fastened to a pole and straw was being placed on her feet. The fire came in no time and the pain was beyond unbearable. Her screams were loud enough to wake the dead.
"Mommy!" the little boy came running to her, his eyes red with tears.
"Go away." She managed to tell him. "Save yourself!"
The child, though, refused. She didn't want him to see her like that, dying in such a violent way, but what could she do for him now? She could pray for the gods, begging them to protect her handsome little son.
Everything was incoherent now. Her sight was blurred, her ears buzzing, her nose only felt smoke while she coughed. And the pain.
So great she knew she wouldn't last long. And before she could watch what was going to be the destiny of her son, the pain made her faint.
Hermione woke up screaming and crying.
Ron's arms were quickly around her, and he whispered soft words on her ear, trying to calm her down.
"Are you alright? What was your nightmare about?"
However, she couldn't bring herself to tell him. It was just too horrible. Had that dream been a memoryor had it been just a product of her imagination? Either option, she was sure it was due to her current situation, obviously. Except now it was the other way around. Wizards were hunting muggles. Hunting her.
Hugging Ron tighter, she cried even harder. Everything seemed just so real! The bright blue eyes of the child that called her "mommy"… It was disturbing.
"Everything is fine now, okay? Whatever you dreamed of, it's not real."
Except it was. But what could he tell him? None of it was his fault, after all.
"Thank you, Ron. I'm fine now."
Even though it was a lie. As long as the war kept going that nightmare would remain painfully real.