I've been having these dreams lately. I've never put much stock in dreams, but these have been so…vivid.
Sometimes I can't tell if I'm awake or asleep.
These dreams are like a spell, or a curse. I cast magical wards on myself before I sleep. I cast them when I'm awake, but it doesn't help. These dreams are in me.
Like a splinter in my mind.
Sometimes I wake up, crying or screaming. I had to start casting spells to stop the noise from waking my parents, and I can't imagine what I'll have to start doing when I go back to Hogwarts. My seventh year will start soon, and these dreams still haven't subsided any. In fact, they've gotten even worse.
The content of my dreams is getting progressively more violent as well. I see terrible things happen in front of me, but I'm powerless to stop it. I told Harry about them, and he told me something about divination, but that's rubbish. It's probably just some sort of after effect of the War. I finally broke down and saw a muggle doctor about it. She said it could be caused by stress, or trauma.
Trauma.
Right.
She did tell me one thing that was useful though, she told me to start writing this journal, so I could remember them better, and maybe figure out what causes them.
With that in mind, last night I dreamt of Ginny, this was one of the less awful dreams. They were memories, mostly from summer days spent in the Burrow. Little things, like breakfast with her and Ron. It was pleasant, but at the end there were flashes of terrible images. Ginny was lying on the ground, and there was blood, so much blood.
I woke up after that.
I wonder if Ginny would have any advice for me. I'd even ask Luna for help at this point, not like she'd be of any use.
I'll be seeing both of them tomorrow at Diagon Alley, maybe I'll bring it up.
Hermione closed the journal and looked out her window to the twinkling city lights beyond. She had her brown hair tied back in a pony tail, and a yellow number two pencil covered in bite marks hanging limply from between her lips, in a habit she had picked up from Ginny. She sighed and clicked off her lamp, hoping to sleep restfully that night. She did not.
A/N: This chapter is only a prologue, and the majority of the later chapters are written almost entirely from a 3rd person perspective, with small excerpts from Hermione's journal. Please, review, for your words make me work so much harder.
Sincerely,
Dr. Slevin