Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything even remotely related to it. I didn't even have enough money to buy the fifth book when it came out. I had to borrow it from a friend, as will probably happen when the sixth one comes out.

Cho Chang a DeathEater?

… Hermione saw Harry lying on the ground.

"Harry! Harry! Oh my God! Harry!" Hermione exclaimed as she kneeled on the floor beside him.

"What happened, Miss Granger?" Dumbledore asked as Madame Pomfrey felt his forehead with the back of her hand.

Hermione broke out into tears and couldn't answer.

Madame Pomfrey stood up and whispered to Dumbledore. "He's not responding, sir. I don't think there's much I can do."

Hermione leaned over him and gave him one last kiss, before she stood up and ran out of the room.
Hermione woke up in a cold sweat. Her breathing was heavy and her cheeks were tear-stained.

She looked over at the clock on her night-stand. 4:50 was flashing in green light. Hermione groaned and rubbed her eyes. She hated when she dreamed of that night. The dreams had been starting to subside near the end of the school year, but after she had attended Harry's funeral in the beginning of July, they were back and more vivid than ever before. It was the middle of August now, and it seemed like the dreams would not be fading anytime soon.

Hermione stood up, slipped on her bathrobe, and stumbled into the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. By now she knew there was no use in trying to fall back asleep after she had woken up. When she had first had these dreams, she had tried, but to no avail. Now she just got up and started slug away on the papers she had brought home from work the night before.

After she had sat down with her cup of coffee, she opened her briefcase and skimmed through the files. She was an auror for the ministry, and although she was still technically in training, Fudge foisted some of the most complicated files upon her. She was his main employee on the Voldemort case, and had tracked down some 20 deatheaters in the month and a half that she had been working.

"Draco Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Peter Pettigrew…" Hermione read the names on the fronts of the files out loud as she looked for someone interesting to pop out at her. "Bellatrix Lestrange, Cho Chang, Lucius Ma-" she cut herself off and re-read the last name. Cho Chang? How can she be a deatheater? Hermione asked herself.

She took a sip of her coffee and flipped open the file.