Harry bolted upright gasping for breath her eyes wild as they flicked about the room unseeing. The room in which she sat was the same as when she had laid down to sleep. Laying back down Harry contemplatedher latest dream. 'What was that? That didn't have anything to do with either Voldemort or his Deatheaters. Could it have been a normal nightmare? But then. . .' Harry's eyebrow wrinkled in confusion, 'Why did it seem so real?' A gentle snore brought Harry out of her thoughts and she glanced over at the bed to her left and spotted her best friend Hermione snoring away without a care in the world.
A hissing growl suddenly gerked Harrys face to the foot of her bed. What she saw there caused her to take a deep breath and scream. The creature immediately disappeared just as Hermione appeared at the side of her bed with concern etched onto her features, "Harry are you alright?"