Anything that sounds familiar and amazing belongs to the genius of JK Rowling. All the other stuff is mine but would be nothing without her world.
"Run, run Hermione." Ron yelled at the top of his voice.
It was impossible to see, a thick smoke was hanging in the air. The final battle had been ongoing for 6 hours and Hermione was starting to feel the pains of exhaustion. Ron and her had so far been unscathed as they fired off hex and spell.
Ron screamed at the top of his lungs "duck the staircase," then grabbed her arm and pulled her into a corner hidden from a fallen banister. "Ron, I don't know how much further I can keep this up, I can't go on." Tenderly taking Hermione in his arms he gently stroked her cheek and looking straight into her soul he quietly whispered, "It's for our future."
In this very moment there was no battle, no screams of pain, no smell of death. There were two people deeply connected, inseparable, of one heart and one mind. "Ron, thank you" Hermione whispered into Ron's chest.
"Now Hermione on the count of three follow my lead." "One, two, three run." The two ran out to the left, Ron tripped over a body taking Hermione with him, without looking to see if it was one of there own, they struggled up only to be hit by an unknown death eater " stupefy" Hermione fired back, hitting the death eater square in the chest.
They knew they were heading back into the thick of it; lights from wands were flying overhead. Hermione felt a quiet thankfulness to her parents for being short. Being vertically challenged had its benefits, yet she was amazed at what a mind could think off at a time of such intensity.
"Drop and roll." Ron fired back. Hermione knew what to do; they had practised this hundreds of times. "Ron remember your shield." Each dropped; Hermione cast a stunner of to the right paralysing Dolohov. Ron finished it off with a body bind. The death eaters were getting desperate, some now had thrown off their masks. Hermione spun on her knees to see Bella pointing her wand at Ron. A look was plastered on her face similar to that on a child's face on Christmas morning. Bella started to chant, "potty's best friend, potty's best friend."
Hermione willed herself to wake up. She knew what was about to happen, she had witnessed this nightmare hundreds of times. Yet her mind would not cooperate.
"Potty's best friend, potty's best friend." The taut was getting louder and louder yet the voice of the battle diminished into the background.
"Ahha ha ha, I win." Cackled Bella as she shot out a stream of green light "Avada kadarva." Hermione started to scream unconsciously realising that not only was it her dream self, but also her physical self. She spun on the spot and without a second thought directed her wand on a rejoicing Bella and whispered with the deepest venom that she could muster "Avada Kadarva."
Hermione's eyes flung open, it was always at this point that she woke. She was drenched in sweet and felt like she had played beater for England in the Qudditch World Cup Final. Whispering to Crookshanks she passed by "well I'm not getting anymore sleep now, I might as well get ready for the day."
"Hermione did you sleep well?" asked Professor Vector, as Hermione slipped into her seat at the staff breakfast table. Professor Vector was wearing a ghastly bright yellow teaching robe, and was as bubbly and bright as the robes. "What a glorious morning, the sun is shinning and the birds are chirping."
"Sickly" Hermione coughed into her napkin. "Excuse me did you say something," replied Professor Vector. "Ahem sugar, can you please pass the sugar." At this moment Professor Hooch interrupted "Hermione you are looking just terrible, you need some sun why don't you come flying with me."
"Don't you know Hermione at all, she is terrified of flying." Minerva McGonagal intercepted. "Now my dear, how is your research going?" "Well it is going, I'm just not sure which direction. I read the article you recommended by Professor Walker…" Consciously aware that Vector and Hooch were still discussing her worn appearance in the background. "Thanks Minerva for your insight, well I better get on, no rest for the wicked."
Minerva watched as her ex-student and dear friend walked slowly away and wiped a tear from her eye. Speaking to no one, unaware that someone was listening, murmured, "I wish the nightmares would stop."
As Hermione went throughout her day she was exhausted from being harassed from the entire faculty at every turn, being asked, "how are you" in a myriad of different scenarios.
It was with relief and intrepedation that she opened the door to her rooms. Relief to be finally on her own, and fear of another night of horror.
Her eye was drawn towards a bottle lying on the hearth. Her heart skipped a beat as she picked it up, slowly raising it to her nose. The light fragrance of sunflowers gently hitting her nose. Hermione turned the label to reveal 'dreamless sleep potion'.