Hermione Granger looked at the fireplace, looking at the fire that was crackling and emitting heat in front of her. She continued to look at the fireplace, calmly sipping some tea that Dobby had brought her. What she had done was a good thing, she told herself. She was stepping out of her coffin in a way. She was going to teach at Hogwarts.
She felt a little excited and a little anxious for the first time in God knows how many years. She was living at Number 12, Grimmauld place for so long now, for 15 years. Ever since that horrid day, that terrible day Hermione did her hardest to forget, but no matter what happened, was always in her mind, driving her slowly insane.
That day, fifteen years ago, Hermione Granger killed a man.
Hermione told herself about a million times that he was a weasel, piece of crap that didn't deserve to walk on this planet, after what he did to Harry's parents, and Sirius, he was a horrid person.
She killed Peter Pettigrew using avada kedavra. She didn't know how she did it, but she managed it.
That wasn't the worst that happened, so much worse happened that day. Hermione hated thinking about that day more than anything, she wanted to forget so badly, but she couldn't.
That was the same day that Voldemort killed Ron. Ron, her fiancé, they had been engaged for just two weeks, and he was taken away from her. She was so happy with him, and the wedding had been practically planned out in two days. Ginny was to be the maid of honor, Harry, best man, with Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown, and Luna Lovegood as the bridesmaids, and Neville, Dean, and Seamus as groomsmen.
Harry. It hurt Hermione to think about Harry. He was probably dead by now. Voldemort too. Hermione sat looking at the fire. She was very tired. She put her cup of tea on a small table beside her.
She looked at the fire, almost hypnotized by the flickering dance of the flames. Slowly but surely, Hermione's eyelids became heavy and she let them fall, as she fell into the world of dreams.
It was that place again. It was total chaos. Hermione was being attacked! It was that son of a bitch Rookwood raising his wand at her. She screamed out a spell without really thinking about what it was and a stunning charm came out and he instantly fell to the ground.
She was back; it was that day 15 years ago. She looked at Rookwood pathetically on the ground.
Where was it, where the hell was it? She asked herself frustratingly.
She turned around and saw Ginny give a swift kick in the groin to a Death Eater she didn't recognize. Ginny was wandless. She then accidentally stepped on that guy's wand, breaking it.
Then, out of nowhere, Peter Pettigrew appeared behind Ginny. He was holding a wand above over his head. "Ginny watch out!" Hermione screamed. Ginny whipped around, but Hermione already had her wand out, and yelled "AVADA KEDAVRA!" without even thinking about what she had said.
Peter Pettigrew collapsed on the ground in a heap. Stone cold, he was dead. Hermione had killed Peter Pettigrew.
God, where the hell was it? She asked herself privately again, the last thing on her mind being Peter Pettigrew. Hermione dashed off looking for it. She ran off, looking for it. There were people battling everywhere, like the battle in the Department of Mysteries.
She saw Ron and Harry, with two collapsed Death Eaters at their feet. They were both looking also. Harry then ran off in one direction, Hermione decided that she and Ron could look quicker as a team. She ran in his direction, but out of nowhere, he appeared.
This was the first time Hermione saw him in person. Lord Voldemort. She knew it was him instantly. Then just like that, Ron turned to face him, Voldemort lifting his wand, then a large burst of green light flying out of it, and hitting Ron square in the chest.
"Nooooooo!" Hermione screamed as Lord Voldemort vanished without a trace with a high cold, cruel laugh. She saw him reappear a ways away looking at Ron and her with an obvious look of satisfaction on his face.
Hermione was at his side. He was dead. Ron was dead. Instantly, Hermione bust out in tears. She was bawling. She saw Harry come over with an expression on his face Hermione had never seen; it was part heartbreak, anguish, rage, and complete sadness all at once.
Then, Harry's face hardened. He looked in Voldemort's direction. He then dashed off at him. Voldemort was expecting this; he seemed to be teasing Harry. Hermione then felt like someone punched her in the stomach.
"Harry, nooooo!" Hermione screamed.
Hermione's eyes burst open. It was that dream. God damn that dream. She had that dream so many times that it wasn't even funny. She hated that dream. That is exactly what happened when Ron died, and she killed Pettigrew, that bastard.
She hated that dream; she didn't have it as often as she did in the past. This was about the first time in two weeks. Before, she had it every night, and she developed insomnia, and had to use a sleeping potion to get to sleep. Eventually it came and went, but she still had it.
The fire was still crackling warmly, and Hermione took a few deep breaths and reached for her tea, which was disgustingly cold by now.