Harry Potter was laid in his bed at four privet drive. All set in his night clothes, he closed his eyes preparing himself for another night of watching Voldemort torturing and killing innocent people.
Ever since his fifth year Harry had been subject to these dreams and after two years he was used to subjecting the horrors when he finally awoke.
When Harry had finally fell asleep he found himself in an old cottage style kitchen. As his eyes scanned the room they landed upon a couple.
The woman who had curly brown hair had been thrown across the kitchen table. The man, whose lifeless brown eyes stared up at him was laid parallel to her on the floor, he had obviously died trying to defend his wife.
Harry felt Voldemort face turn up in a smirk as he took in the muggle pair. Harry was confused usually Voldemort only did the killing if he was home at Riddle House and board so what made this couple so special.
Voldemort turned to his death eaters giving them orders and surround the house to wait for the third occupant of the house who had not arrived yet
It did not take too long for the person to arrive. The door burst open as a young girl, not older then seventeen, threw herself into the kitchen skidding to a stop in front of her dead parents.
Harry watched as the young girl sank to her knees in front of the man. Her shoulders shaking as she sobbed.
Harry felt Voldemort's face turn up yet again as he took in the sight of the young girl at his feet.
"Miss Dumbledore how lovely of you to turn up" Voldemort purred.
Harry was confused, was she related to Dumbledore, his Dumbledore. Harry thought on it, maybe she was his niece or even his granddaughter.
What Harry saw next almost made him wake up in shock. When the young Dumbledore turned her face to Voldemort.
It was Hermione.
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