Long Lost, Soon Found

Chapter 1: Sweet Dreams

"Honey, we can't do this! I can't let her go!"

"We have to, we have to do this for her! It's the only way to keep her safe!"

Harry jolted awake, cold sweat sticking his sheets to his bare chest. He had that dream again, that same miserable dream. Its not that it was frightening, no one was dying, it was just terribly, terribly sad! His mother pleading with James not to take, something, what Harry couldn't tell, but something bundled in Lily's arms. What ever it was, it was in grave danger and someone was taking it somewhere safe, away from Harry's parents and himself. He had had this dream ever since his 15th birthday, it had been tormenting him all summer, which was a pity, considering he was staying with the Weasley's.

Looking at the clock Harry realized that ever since he had been having this dream he had woken up at five a.m. Knowing he would have to get up in about an hour Harry put on his robe and went down into the kitchen where he saw Hermione stirring a cup of tea, muttering to herself. She and Ron had gotten in another fight again, another stupid fight that they were probably going to forget as soon as they got on the train so Harry really didn't understand what they were going on about.

Last night Harry and Ron were discussing quidditch when Hermione, suddenly slammed her book down and started to rant.

"That's all you talk about! And as soon as I start to talk about my interests you just tune me out or roll your eyes! Why can't you talk about anything else?"

"Because I don't care much about anything else." Ron said, shrugging and rolling his eyes.

Hermione stared open mouthed at him for a minute then, looking down at her books, she took in a deep breath, gathered her things and went up to her room.

"What did I say?" Ron threw up his hands and went to get something to eat. For once Harry didn't understand what Ron did wrong, but Hermione did always seem to make mountains out of moll hills.

"What are you doing up?" Harry asked, leaning against the doorway. Hermione jumped, startled by Harry's sudden appearance.

"Oh my goodness Harry where did you come from?" Hermione got up and grabbed the paper towels from the cupboard to clean the tea she had just spilled.

"What were you discussing with yourself?" Harry chuckled at one of Hermione's more human qualities of having in depth conversations with herself when she's mad. She glared at him, took a heavy sigh and dropped back down into her chair.

"I hate this! Fighting with him all the time! I wish he knew that! I wish he understood how much what he says affects me!" Hermione whispered, almost like she was trying not to cry.

"Then why don't you tell him? Explain it to him, I'm sure he'd understand!" Harry pulled a chair across from Hermione's and sitting down, he put his hands on her shoulders.

"But that's just it Harry! He won't understand! He never understands!" Tears started spilling down her cheeks, pushing her chair back, Hermione ran upstairs to her room. Sighing, Harry picked up her tea and dumped it in the sink.