Hermione's POV

I look around, and I am alone and I can only see trees in the distance. My feet are bare and I can feel the wet grass leaving pieces of green and brown on my toes. I don't move, I just stand and listen to the wind.

And that's when I see it. The greenish glow. It starts off in the distance in the sky and stays stationary just above the tall dark trees. I stare, oh so wary of my isolation. The tips of my fingers tingle.

Then the glow moves. I watch and tilt my head as the glow moves to the sky. The bones in my pale neck crack but I don't even care. I just keep staring at the glow. When the green streak explodes into flourishing waves that form themselves into the skull and snake, I'm not longer just standing.

I am running.

I run and I run until I reach what I somehow know is the forbidden forest. I step on many sharp rocks but I can't stop. I can feel the bare branches scratching my forearms and my face but I never slow down. I reach a clearing and stop for just a moment to gain my breath. That's when I feel the hand on my shoulder. It's a large hand and the fingers are long and snow white as they grip me tightly. I turn and then -

"Hermione!" Ron shouts at me. I wake up with a start, small sweat beads rolling down my forehead. I sit up slowly and wipe my forehead with the back of my hand.

Ron and Harry stroll into my bedroom like it's no big deal. Harry takes the spot at the end of my bed and Ron remains standing. Harry looks at me and laughs as I attempt to tame my wild mane of golden brown hair.

"What Ron? What?" I say, frustration seeping into my voice.

He suddenly looks quite timid. "It's time for breakfast."

I roll my eyes. Leave it to him to worry about me missing a meal.

"I'll be down in a minute, all right? I can't go down looking like this," I say, gesturing to my pajamas. Harry stands, taking the hint.

"Come on Ron," Harry whispers, and a blush sweeps Ron's cheeks as he realizes I need to undress. They leave, and I immediately shed my thin pajama top and replace it with a plain purple tee shirt. I decide to wear shorts since its technically still summer, even if we only have two days before we return to Hogwarts for our fifth year of school. I pull my hair back into a ponytail with ease and head into the narrow hallway of the Burrow, the home of the Weasleys.