(Author's Note: It isn't easy to write again in such a long time... _ This is my very first Harry Potter fanfiction. Wouldn't start on slash yet. YET. *gleams* For the moment I'll concentrate on this one I guess. Try. X3 I get writer's block very easily... I wrote all these in a fit of boredom anyway. Don't know whether I'll continue... so I'll just post a little first... =3 Warning. Would REALLY be kinda boring at the start, so put it with it. LOL. =x)
Prologue
"My dear child... you are the most beautiful in our eyes...
always. Trust me."
A young lady walked towards a little girl, sobbing to herself, and she stroked the little girl's soft brown hair.
"My lovely princess... don't worry about it..." A young man picked the girl up in his arms, and gave her a soft toy.
"You'll pick up the alphabets in on time, young lady. This won't be hard... Just remember that we'll be behind you all the way..."
Hermione woke up with a start, her brunette curls a messy mop atop her head. Sunlight glazed her windows, just like any other morning... yet, fear tingles deep within her heart. Her dreams... they were telling her something... yet she failed interpreting any of them. All of them are different... yet similar, in some ways. She felt warmth in those dreams, yet she felt a strange tinge of fear... fear of not knowing the dreams' significance... fear of not knowing what would come next. She told no one of her dreams... not even Harry Potter nor Ron Weasly. They were becoming more and more vivid each night... this time... she could almost see the appearances of the people who had spoken to her. Her heart still thumping wildly, she got off her bed and changed into her robes.
Hermione's eyes wandered all around the bustling Gryffindor common room, half-filled with the chattering students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry. She kept an eye out for Ron and Harry as usual, her two best friends since she started schooling in Hogwarts. She remembered Ron having a crush on her, but she had told him to give up... since she thought it was impossible. Ever since then, they started talking a little less. For one thing, they stopped bickering a lot... only disagreements every now and then.
"Hermione!" She snapped back into reality as Harry called out to her.
"You look terrible..." Harry looked worried. Hermione blushed slightly and touched her hair.
"I... I just need a second to brush these..."
"No, not the hair... You look horribly... worn out."
Hermione sighed and looked down. "It's nothing. Just stress, I guess." Harry heaved a sigh of relief. "You know, I've been getting these weird dreams recently... I think they're trying to tell me something. But I don't think it has anything to do with Vol-"
"HARRY!" Ron smacked his mouth. "He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. Or something. Just not IT." Harry shrugged. "But I'm used to it." Hermione looked at Harry blankly. "You... had those dreams too? Those weird dreams... I..." "You have them too? Well..." Harry started, but Ron interrupted. "Hurry up guys, we'll be late for our Potions. I wonder what Snape the Horrible has up his sleeves this time. He'll deduct our points like nobody's business if we're late." "But I didn't see Professor Snape anywhere since the start of term... I wonder if we have a new teacher of some sort?" Harry walked in front of Hermione, worrying what would happen in Potions than anything about his dreams.
Harry has... those dreams too.
"Hermione, let's go."
"Alright, alright, I'm coming..." Without another word, she followed silently behind Ron and Harry, lugging her heavy bag along.
He has those too... those dreams... but... why?
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(Ending Note: Review! Flames! Whatever! If it is okay I'll continue. o_O If not I'll stop at this. _ This is short because I just want readers to get the general idea... would only continue if it is likeable. =x)