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She was running. Running as fast as her legs could take her. She was throwing spells and curses left and right at cloaked figures racing toward her, their own wands drawn. She tripped and landed in a pile of blood and flesh.
Cold flesh. Covered in blood.
Death.
She quickly picked herself up and looked at the field before her. Bodies everywhere, both friends and foe. Bodies scattered, being trampled upon as others fought for their own lives.
Through the hindering crowds, she saw Him. Standing over the entire battle. Determined, she ran towards him. The rest of the battle dropped away. All that was left was Him and the thin, straight path leading her.
As she ran, the path lengthened. As she ran, images of her friends, her family, her loved ones flashed before her eyes.
All dead.
All covered in blood.
All staring at her with wide, empty eyes. Accusingly. Blaming her for their fates.
He laughed as she stumbled. Laughed as she cursed at him. Laughed and simply stepped aside as her spells came toward him and missed.
She continued running, but the path kept getting longer and longer. A flash of green exploded from His wand and came speeding towards her.
She froze, knowing exactly what it was, and screamed.
"Hermione!" She felt her shoulders being jerked around roughly. "Wake up, Hermione. Wake up!"
Hermione gasped and her eyes shot open.
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