*Authors Note* I do not own anything besides the plot in this story; it all
belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. I hope you enjoy my story. R/R and
I will be so happy. Haha, okay, well. Enjoy!
*Hermione's POV*
The darkness surrounded me as I walked through the woods on a cold winter night. The moon was shining dimly on the frozen cold ground, just enough so I could see the roots of trees as I walked. I wasn't sure why I was walking, but I had the feeling as if someone was forcing me, like something was calling me to come and I had to obey. I peered into the overwhelming darkness as I walked deeper and deeper into the silent forest. A random breaking of a twig caught my attention; it was loud enough to cancel out the loud thunderous beating of my heart. I stopped to look around, searching through the trees. In the corner of my eye I saw a dark shadow glide past, I turned sharply to see what it was. I looked around, to my surprise there was nothing there. I panicked and turned around and began running trying to find my way out of the dark forest. I ran for what seemed like an eternity, I stopped and looked around, trying to figure out where I was. Soon I heard little quiet footsteps behind me; too scared to look back I went into a full sprint. I ran as quickly as I could, stumbling on the roots and twigs on the moist forest ground. I looked back as I heard the footsteps getting louder, next thing I knew my cloak had gotten caught on a stick. I soon fell to the ground, as I heard the footsteps getting closer I jumped up. I tried getting my cloak loose but it was impossible, I tore it off and continued on running. I began slowing down, loosing breath. I felt the blood run down from the cut on my lip, as I kept running I noticed the footsteps stopped. I slowly came to halt and hid behind a tree. I saw nothing and noticed that I was close to an exit of the woods. I turned around when suddenly a dark cloaked figure stepped in front of me. I screamed and tried to run but he grabbed my shirt when.
"Hermione WAKE UP!" I heard my mother scream from downstairs.
I sat straight up, catching my breath. My shirt was damp from sweat and I brushed back my messy drenched hair. This isn't the first time I have had this dream. It's been occurring all summer, ever since school ended. I took a deep breath, climbed out of bed, and went to the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face, trying to calm myself down. I put my hair up, grabbed my robe, and headed downstairs.
"Well, it's about time you woke up. I'm making pancakes, do you want some for breakfast?" my mum asked.
"Sure," I said sitting down at the kitchen table.
My mom turned around from the stove to look at me.
"Are you alright dear? You look a little flushed. Do you have a temperature?" she asked caringly.
"No mum, I'm fine, it's just a little hot, that's all."
"Well, okay.take off your robe then. Breakfast won't be done for about 10 minutes. Why don't you go upstairs and start to pack."
"Okay." I said then headed back up the stairs.
I was going to go to spend the last week of vocation at the Weasley's house. I loved it over there, and Harry was going to be there too. Usually Ginny and I would hang out and watch the boys practice Quidditch, and I would help all of them with the last of their homework. Thinking of this made me happy and I put my nightmare in the back of my mind.
*Hermione's POV*
The darkness surrounded me as I walked through the woods on a cold winter night. The moon was shining dimly on the frozen cold ground, just enough so I could see the roots of trees as I walked. I wasn't sure why I was walking, but I had the feeling as if someone was forcing me, like something was calling me to come and I had to obey. I peered into the overwhelming darkness as I walked deeper and deeper into the silent forest. A random breaking of a twig caught my attention; it was loud enough to cancel out the loud thunderous beating of my heart. I stopped to look around, searching through the trees. In the corner of my eye I saw a dark shadow glide past, I turned sharply to see what it was. I looked around, to my surprise there was nothing there. I panicked and turned around and began running trying to find my way out of the dark forest. I ran for what seemed like an eternity, I stopped and looked around, trying to figure out where I was. Soon I heard little quiet footsteps behind me; too scared to look back I went into a full sprint. I ran as quickly as I could, stumbling on the roots and twigs on the moist forest ground. I looked back as I heard the footsteps getting louder, next thing I knew my cloak had gotten caught on a stick. I soon fell to the ground, as I heard the footsteps getting closer I jumped up. I tried getting my cloak loose but it was impossible, I tore it off and continued on running. I began slowing down, loosing breath. I felt the blood run down from the cut on my lip, as I kept running I noticed the footsteps stopped. I slowly came to halt and hid behind a tree. I saw nothing and noticed that I was close to an exit of the woods. I turned around when suddenly a dark cloaked figure stepped in front of me. I screamed and tried to run but he grabbed my shirt when.
"Hermione WAKE UP!" I heard my mother scream from downstairs.
I sat straight up, catching my breath. My shirt was damp from sweat and I brushed back my messy drenched hair. This isn't the first time I have had this dream. It's been occurring all summer, ever since school ended. I took a deep breath, climbed out of bed, and went to the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face, trying to calm myself down. I put my hair up, grabbed my robe, and headed downstairs.
"Well, it's about time you woke up. I'm making pancakes, do you want some for breakfast?" my mum asked.
"Sure," I said sitting down at the kitchen table.
My mom turned around from the stove to look at me.
"Are you alright dear? You look a little flushed. Do you have a temperature?" she asked caringly.
"No mum, I'm fine, it's just a little hot, that's all."
"Well, okay.take off your robe then. Breakfast won't be done for about 10 minutes. Why don't you go upstairs and start to pack."
"Okay." I said then headed back up the stairs.
I was going to go to spend the last week of vocation at the Weasley's house. I loved it over there, and Harry was going to be there too. Usually Ginny and I would hang out and watch the boys practice Quidditch, and I would help all of them with the last of their homework. Thinking of this made me happy and I put my nightmare in the back of my mind.