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Gasping for breath, Hermione woke up with a start.
"What's wrong, love?" Ron muttered sleepily. This wasn't the first time Hermione had woken up like this. Problem was, she wouldn't tell him what she was having a bad dream about, and he was too afraid to ask.
"It's nothing," Hermione said, smiling half-heartedly. She had been dreaming about Harry for quite some time now, and it was never a good dream. In it, he had been killed by Voldemort, and had come back alive and started to chase after them, trying to kill Ron, Ginny, and everyone else and she could only watch, and was completely immobile.
Hermione sighed. Harry had disappeared five years ago, without a trace, and no one knew if he was alive, or not. Hermione was hoping he still was alive, but frankly, the chances were very slim. After all, they were his best friends. Why wouldn't he have sent at least a letter or something to assure them that he wasn't dead?
Trying to sleep again, Hermione closed her eyes, wishing that she could think about something else. Think of Rose, she thought to herself. Think of her gorgeous hair, her pretty face. Finally, after what seemed to be at least an hour, Hermione fell asleep again.
The next day, Rose had to go to Diagon Alley to get her school supplies. Sleepily, Hermione got up, made her family breakfast, and then they were off. Browsing through the shops while Ron was off with Rose gathering her supplies, Hermione headed for the Leaky Cauldron, hoping to fit in a drink to forget all about her dream before Ron and Rose could find her. As she entered the pub, she found herself looking at a familiar mess of black hair. The same unruliness. Could it.....possibly be........Harry?
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