Hermione sat nervously next to Ron at Fleur and Bill's wedding. The Weasleys' garden was decorated exceptionally beautifully for the wedding. There were golden flowers in every direction and the ground was covered in a beautiful white. The sky was not so beautiful. It was dark gray and depressing as it had been ever since the Voldemort came out into the open. Mrs. Weasley was thinner as ever and Mr. Weasley's bald spots were getting worse and he looked a bit pale. Despite everything going on, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were trying to act cheerful for their sons wedding.
Hermione pushed her hair back with her sweating hand and stared into the garden.
"Hermione, are you ok?" asked Harry.
"Yes, I'm fine." She replied. Harry looked at her doubtfully and turned away. Should she tell Harry about her dreams? He already had so much to worry about and she didn't want to see him worry any more. Her dreams probably didn't mean anything anyway. They weren't like normal dreams, though. She couldn't seem to forgot them, they stood out sovividly in her mind. It was like a warning.
It was time for supper. Mrs. Weasley brought out hams, mince pies, pumpkin juice, soup, and finally little cakes and treacle tarts for dessert. For a while Hermione tried tonudge the dreams out of her mind and shejoined in the conversation. The dreams were still nagging at her though, no matter how much she tried to forget them. She had to tell them, they were getting suspicious anyway. Hermione was able to breathe a bit more easily now that she had made a decision.
