Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, obviously.
"Lumos."
The light from her wand cast shadows along the well-worn floors of the Burrow, the creaking boards under her bare feet sounding eerie in the sleepy quiet of the hall. Taking a deep steadying breath she pushed open the door.
The older couple lay in bed, curled around each other in a delicate show of well-worn love, completely unaware of the petite figure standing in the doorway. This was a home she knew well. People she knew well. It's now or never. She drew in a breath and crossed the room. Sinking to her knees beside the women who was the closest thing to a mother she had now.
"Mrs. Weasley." The older woman's eyes snapped open but she made no other movement.
"Mrs. Weasley?" She repeated.
"Hermione?"
"Mrs. Weasley, I need your help." The young witch fought hard at the hysteria bubbling in her chest. Wiping sleep from her eyes, the matriarch pulled herself up straight. Looking down at the scared little girl tears welled in her blue eyes.
"Hermione."
The name came out flat and emotionless. It was a dream, the red head concluded. Hermione was dead. And this was just another nightmare. It had been weeks since that final night. The Battle of Hogwarts took many lives, including her Freddie. They had searched for days before deciding a bodiless funeral for both the brightest witch of her age and the gentler twin prankster was the only way to gain closure.
"Molly!" Hermione said in a more forcefully whisper. "I need your help. He needs your help. Please." She pleaded, pulling at the dazed woman's gown sleeve. Molly stood from the bed, trying to comprehend why the girls fingers felt so real wrapped around her wrist. Tears dripped from her chin as realization dawned and Hermione was wrapped in her arms.
"Molly, we have to go, now. He needs you." Hermione choked out through her own tears. No matter how great it felt to be held, they needed to get to him. The older woman peered down at her. Emotions flitted across her eyes, anger, confusion, fear.
"Sweetie, who needs help? Where have you been? Everyone thought..." She trailed off, a strangled sob escaping her tight lips. The small witch just shook her head.
"Please, just come with me." A soft snore came from the bed, Arthur still sleeping soundly. They had to leave now. Without another word, Hermione wrapped her hand firmly around the Weasley matriarchs forearm and they were gone.
Arthur woke to the pop of apparition and an empty bed.
Authors Note: This is my very first story, so if its not the best then please let me know in the reviews. I know this chapter is extremely short but I will make up for it in the next one.