A/N: This fanfiction takes place the year after Harry and the others have
graduated from Hogwarts. Hermione, for a reason I cannot say yet, has
decided to give up magic and live a normal muggle life. Harry and Ron
have both decided to stay at Hogwarts to assist Dumbledore in finding
and destroying Voldemort. Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy has taken up the
full role being the Malfoy heir. He resides at Malfoy Manor, possibly
plotting the return of Voldemort with his father (BIG HINT: possibly).
Made of You, Part One
Standing there, she breathed in the deep, fresh scent of wild flowers, her long red hair billowing about her pale oval-shaped face like wisps of silk. Her hazel brown eyes roamed over the all too familiar and yet unrecognizable flower field that she was standing in. Every flower was like a memory, and yet those memories seemed faded, like a letter read too often until it became more of one's imagination than reality. She stood there, knowing that her purpose of being there in the first place was for him. She was waiting for him. But where was he? It seemed like an eternity had passed and still, he had not come. Her first thoughts were "Maybe he does not love me after all." Hot tears began to form at the corners of her eyes. Then, just as she was about to lose all hope, she saw him, his familiar figure approaching her from afar. At the sight of him, she rushed forward, arms extended, for her one and only true love. As she was pulled into his embrace, a sense of safety and warmth rushed through her body, from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. The feeling of love and being loved was so overwhelming it nearly left her breathless.
Just then, a cold presence fell upon the unsuspecting couple. Before she knew it, she was pulled apart from her lover's embrace by a force so dark, it chilled her to her very core. "No, don't take him away from me, please, I beg you! He's all I have left!" She realized that her begging was useless, for the evil presence was getting darker and stronger. Black mist swirled around her. She could hear the man she loved, calling out her name, trying to find her in the darkness. She tried to cry out to him, but no sound came out of her mouth. No, she thought, this can't be happening. I can't lose him, I can't. But just as these thoughts crossed her mind, a wave of darkness engulfed her, and all was lost.
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Hermione woke up with a start. Cold sweat poured down her face. The same dream……what does it mean? It had been a month of the same dream. Every night, she would wake up, terrified and at the same time confused. Who was that man? As long as she had lived, there was only one person who had ever captured her heart, and that person was Harry Potter. No, she thought, I promised myself to leave that part of my life behind me forever. For a moment, she shut her eyes to prevent the painful memories from coming back. Only after the waves of memories subsided did she open her eyes again. Reaching for the nightstand next to her bed, she picked up a glass of water and downed it in several huge gulps. Having finished the water, she placed the glass back and stood up. Her breathing was still slightly fast and ragged from the nightmare. Walking over to the balcony, she pushed open the double doors and stepped outside. The stars shone brightly over the city of London. From her view, the city was breathtaking. She could see lights illuminating the city like a gigantic Christmas tree. However, her mind wasn't on what she saw at the present moment. All Hermione could think about was the dream she'd been having for the past month. What does it mean? And who is the man with me supposedly being my lover? What about the evil that caused us to break apart from each other? "Ugh, I can't stand it any longer! I won't be haunted every night by a dream that has no meaning!" But even as she said this aloud, a small part of her protested, but is it just a silly dream? Hermione took a deep breath and tried to calm her thoughts and rushing emotions. She remembered that Professor Trelawny had once told her if one had a certain dream excessively, it meant that the dream would come true in the distant future. No, I won't begin to think about Hogwarts. That's all behind me now. No more. You promised to leave it all behind. Besides, Trelawny was just a stupid flake who didn't know half of what she was saying anyway. Then a sudden thought struck her. Harry. What if it was him? It can't be…but what if it was? The person's face was never clear in her head when she woke up, but Harry was the only person she had ever truly loved. What if the dream meant that he was in danger? Oh god Harry, please be alright, she prayed. _____________________________________________________________
Like the fic so far? You'd think that this is a H/Hm fic right? Well, I'm not saying if it is or not but I wouldn't gamble my life on it. Surprises coming in the near future. Stay tuned. This is just the first installment to my long and hopefully interesting series. R/R please. I want some comments and since this is my first time writing a fic ever, please be a little nicer to me. =)
