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Hermione arose later not remembering when she returned to bed or any dreams thereafter. Realising the time was now after 9.00am, she made her way to the shower knowing her parents where definitely at work already. Slipping under the hot stream she revelled it its relaxing embrace, wondering what she should do for the remainder of the day. As the hot stream pushed her hair forward obscuring her view, fragments of last nights nightmare rose up. The cruel arched lips sneering whilst calculating eyes bore down on her analysing Hermiones' entire form head to toe and back again; as if seeking weaknesses within her prey. A jolt struck out between Hermiones' legs as the hot water trailed down her back. Snapping her head backwards, highlighted chestnut hair flying out of the way she turned her head away from the oncoming stream, gathering air. What the hell was that about?
Drying off in a hurried fashion specifically ignoring the fresh scar adorning her chest; Hermione struggled to remove the vision and its consequences from her mind. What kind of reaction was that you loon? Lunacy isn't bloody contagious. Although it could be sleep deprivation and post-traumatic stress … pushing warrant thoughts from her head she dressed and returned to her room intending to write to both Harry and Ron; given she'd not had a chance whilst submerged in Italy. To which she felt a great deal of guilt about, with all that transpired… Siriuss' death would no doubt be plaguing Harry, Rons' injuries though essentially superficial where no less painful as hers initially. Thank Merlin for medicinal magic, what with the giant book case and curse from Dolohov.
Hermione gathered her materials at her desk to the left of the window, the clouds still remained dark even at this hour. She wanted to tell the boys of her summer thus far to try cheer them up in between asking how they were coping considering everything. Moreover, enquiring when she was supposedly due to take her leave to spend the remainder of her summer with Harry and the Weasleys; if not more depending on location whether it be the Burrow or Grimmauld place.
Suddenly a crash resonated from the glass beside her, startling she almost toppled from her chair clinging on for dear life Hermione looked up to see an oversized ebony feathered owl, honestly the wingspan she surmised would be almost the breadth of her 5 ft. 5 height. Tentatively she crept towards the window, opening it to the strange unknown owl. Its leg propped upward to her in a nonchalant manner; as if it would rather be anywhere other than here, she reached out lightly untying the parchment from beasts' leg. The owl ruffled its shoulders in an arrogant manner before taking flight, not sparing her a second glance. The paper Parchment was a rich ivory, expertly pressed, signifying importance. Hermiones' interest piqued what on earth are you? Unfurling it gracefully with practiced hands curiously surveying the fact it had no family seal, she glanced down at the letter. There was only a single line to be read ….
WE ARE COMING
Breath catching as she rereads the parchment over and over again, turning it over in both her hands and mind. The pang in her gut radiating outwards. It has to be a coincidence …right?