Hermione always felt sick on long car journeys especially the ones to the Burrow. She felt like something was going to go wrong. she thanked her mom and her dad once again. She was playing with Crookshanks just as they got out of the village. It already seemed hours into it. she looked out the window, occasionally talking to her parents, but mostly looking at the trees she wouldn't see for another year. Hermione never really knew what to expect at Hogwarts, the past four years had beed exhilarating and she didn't want them to change, especially know Voldemorts back for good.
About half an hour had passed and she had gotten bored already she watched the car clock tick a long to the seconds. she was soon asleep.
Hermione dreamt about Voldemort. His snake - like face appeared everywhere she looked it was a nightmare. she was running through the Grounds of Hogwarts, then the scene changed a bit and she was running down Hogsmead getting the train, where she meet Harry and Ron and they hid under the invisabilityu cloak, they hid for all the train journey. They got off and started running though Kings cross then through the whole of London. soon they reached Diagon alley and were running through that towards knockturn alley then Hermione found herself running in her own small village and the burrow, then godricks hollow before retuning to Hogwarts. Where Voldemort was waiting for her. He took his aim and she awoke with a sudden scream.
"Hermione! Are you alright?" Her dad asked.
"Yes, just a bad dream, thats all Dad."
She sat up a bit more to realise the time hadn't changed much more. There was still two and a half hours left of this journey, she sighed. Hermione reached over and took out her beaded bag and decided to read to keep her mind off things. Her fingers went deep into the bag and pulled out a book 'Tales of Beedle the Bard' It was a small book with a blue hard cover and beautiful illustrations. Her favourite story was either 'The Tale of the Three Brothers' or 'The Fountain of Fair Fortune'.
She began to read The fountain of fair fortune.
"Hermione, read it to me too?" her mum asked.
"Sure.. High on a hill in an enchanted garen, enclosed by tale walls and protected by strong magic, flowed the Fountain of fair fortune. Once a year, between the hours of sunrise and sunset on the longest day, a single unfortunare was given the chance to fight their way to the Fountain, bathe in it's waters and recieve Fair fortune for evermore." Hermione read. twenty minutes went past before she reached the last paragraph. "The three witches and the knight set off down the hill together, arm in arm, and all four led long and happy lives and none of them ever knew or suspected that the Fountaun's waters carried no enchantment at all." hermione closed the book and picked up another. She read that all the way through before starting another. she had read three books before she glanced up at the time again. One hour left.
stuck with ideas on what to do, she pulled her bag and put the books away. she put her hands deep inside the bag and picked out the box with the otter necklace and charm bracelet, she admired the bracelet for a moment. Looking at the plain 'H' charm to represent Harry's name and the plain silver 'R' to represent Rons name.
She suddenly filled with excitement as she realised that in the box there was a small light blue cotton bag no bigger than her thumb, she opened it and to her surprise there were three charms a silver otter, a silver stag and a small silver Jack russell. She put them on inbetween the initals and thought that she had the best friends ever.
She put her necklace on and her little bracelet on. She thought she hadn't packed Harry's present but she put her hand back in the bag and pulled out the little red book with Harry's name on plated in gold. she pulled a spare piece of parchment out and wrote.
'To Harry, i hope you have a brilliant birthday and I want you to know I am always here for you and im going to stick with you til the very end. from Hermione, Jean and Dave. xx
p.s I hope you like your present. It's not much but it's like the dairy you destroyed in the chamber of secrets.
She folded the note and put it into the front of the book. she kept the book on her lap for a while admiring it stroking the gold lettering. Carefully she put it back into her bag. she was still incredibly tired. Hermione yawned a few times, lay her head down and fell asleep. This time she dreamt about a ginger haired boy.
Fred. He was playing about with his invetions it wasn't the first time she had dreamt about his prefectly shaped face, in fact she had dreamt about Fred pretty much every night. These dreams stuck out so clearly she almost felt as if though she had actually lived them. This dream was slightly different though, it was over shadowed by darkness and misery. Voldemort was there taking his aim at Fred, but luckily enough the curse rebounded onto voldemort killing him and shattering him into tiny little pieces which soon flooded the sky. The sun appeared and everyone was happy.
"Hermione, Hermione. Wake up darling we are here" her mother said shaking her leg. "You were talking in your sleep again."
"Really? what did I say?" hermione asked cautiously
"You told Voldemort or whatever his name was to not kill Fred." she said.
Just as she said that Fred walked out stopped and stared at Hermione. There eyes meet, Hermiones perfect brown eyes and his matched perfectly. They smiled. Hermiones dad cut the engine and Fred opened Hermiones door, and as she got out, Fred hugged her so hard her feet wasn't touching the ground, he let go and kissed her on the cheek.
"I've missed you!" he said. "how are you sir?" He said turning to mr Granger.
"Im very well thank you Fred and yourself?" He replied
"I'm a whole lot better now you've arrived. this summer has been so boring lately my dad will be happy you've arrived he wanted to question you about this muggle object," Fred replied.
"Hello Fred," Mrs Wealsey said shaking his soft hand.
"Well hello, there Mrs granger. Haven't seen you in a while!" fred said, "come on we've been waiting for you." Fred walked behind them talking to Hermione about what had happened over the summer. Fred put his arm round her and walked causally up to the burrow down its long farm yard like drive.