A/N; Yay! My first official Friday update! I am not lying when I say that I have been counting down the hours before today. Even though its still Thursday night for me I am considering it Friday because it is after 12 am! I am happy to announce that I have actually gotten up to chapter 7 written for the story but not that far edited. The next chapter is a bit longer but if I can get a few more chapters done I might post another early one before next Friday. As always thanks for reading and for the people that alerted and favorite-d my story thank you so much!

Also shout out to Nomatophobia for beta reading the chapter for me!

Disclaimer; I do not own any characters affiliated with Harry Potter.

The moon rose full over her head, and the stars shined brightly as the usual light pollution from the city was missing. It would have been a beautiful night if the castle wasn't burning around her.

A flash of light smashed into the wall next to her and chunks of stone flew out, hitting her as they scattered. She cried out in pain and brought her hand up to her face, pulling back she saw blood,; her face had been cut by the flying stone. Though she was only dreaming, she could still feel the dull pain from the cuts on her cheeks.

Another flash of light slammed into the wall beside her, this time it threw her in the opposite direction from the blast. She cried out once more and dug through her cloak. A ringing filled her ears and she looked around for her attacker, dust was still settling when a woman with wild black hair stepped out from the rubble.

The woman gave her a cruel smile and she advance towards her, a crazy look in her eyes. Hermione's hand searched through her pockets, not quite sure what she was looking for. Finally, her hand rested on a smooth piece of well worn wood. She pulled it out and pointed it in direction of the mad woman in front of her.

Unknown words came from her mouth and she felt a strong confidence rise through her and shoot a purple blast from the wood to her attacker. The cloaked stranger fell down where they were hit and she struggle to pull herself up before the wild woman came too.

Pieces of castle had fallen around her and she used some of the bigger pieces to pull herself up. Cries of battle echoed all around her and she could feel the power of the flashing lights causing the castle to shake with power.

She raised the piece of wood in front of herself in a defensive position as people ran her. The cloaked figures paid her no mind as they navigated the stones and ran up the stairs behind her.

She frowned and raced after the people, sure that they were not enemies. She turned the corner and came to halting stop as she took in the scene around her.

Large oak doors had been thrown open, one of them blown completely off its hinges. pass the doors was the largest room she had ever seen, it's ceiling displaying the night sky she was just looking at. If there hadn't been patches of missing ceiling she would have had a hard time not believing it was the sky.

She entered the room and trembled at the sight in front of her, all along the halls were mats filled with injured as well as the bodies of the fallen.

Her legs were weak but she managed to walk deeper in the hall, looking at the face of the strangers that she passed.

A small blonde haired boy stood over an even smaller child, his shoulders shaking as sobs raked his body. Hermione's hand flew to her mouth in horror as she got closer and noticed how deathly white the smaller boy was. He was dead.

She took a step back and the crying boy turned towards her, his eyes filled with hate.

She took a breath and the boy stood up slowly, never taking his eyes off her.

"You killed them." He whispered harshly. "We waited for you. Where were you?"

Hermione kept taking steps back as the boy advanced on her. Lost for words, all she could do was tearfully meet the boys hateful glare.

"Hermione."

Her body froze as she felt someone place their hand on her shoulder from behind. She turned slowly around and screamed as the person reached for her again.

The girl's hair was a deep red color, almost making it impossible to make out the blood that matted it down. Her skin was a pearly white, that one could only achieved in death. Her blue eyes had been glazed over and yet she was still reaching out her hand towards Hermione, beckoning her closer.

Hermione continued to step back and turned around to see that the smaller blonde boy had stood up and joined his brother as he starred at her with the same hateful look. They both walked towards her, their arms outstretched.

She turned for an escape route and screamed again as more deathly pale people appeared around her, blocking her escape. They all had their own injuries, some were missing arms, legs, others portions of their faces and chests.

Just when she thought she was done for, the sea of dead people parted and allowed someone to walk through.

Though his skin was already pale, it's color stood out among the dead. His blonde hair was smoothed back, and his piercing grey eyes locked onto hers, keeping her in place.

"Granger. " Draco Malfoy spoke, his tone demanding. "You need to remember. "

Hermione woke with a start, toppling her textbook to the ground. She looked around wildly, half expecting the dead to be surrounding her again. Her heart beat loudly, and she bent down to retrieve her book as she struggled to catch her breath. The only other student in the library had looked at her for a moment and then turned back to their studies.

She reached up and fumbled with the clasp of the necklace. With a relieving breath, she undid the necklace and settled it back into the box.

She started at the necklace for a moment, wiping the tears from her eyes and then slammed the box shut. With the necklace out of view, her heart rate began to turn normal and her previous terror from the strange dream had almost faded.

Even with the necklace off, she couldn't shake the hate-filled looks that seemed to have burned through her skin from the dead. She closed her eyes and set her head in her hands as she tried to piece together the dream. Her eyes snapped open as the image of the redheaded girl came to her mind.

What was that?

Though she swore she had never seen their faces before, each dead person struck a nerve in her. There had been a crowd of strangers before her, but the way her heart was breaking it almost felt like she had just been forced to watch her family die.

She wiped the tears that were forming in her eyes and packed her books into her bag. She stood up and quickly made her way outside, hoping the fresh air would be able to cool her down.

Hermione had walked the whole university campus before she was able to fully calm down. As she passed students she avoid making eye contact; Afraid they would be looking at her with the same ghostly complexion and hateful eyes.

Her mind raced at the dream she had, if that's what it was. It was so life like that she had to stop by a bathroom to make sure there were no cuts on her face.

Tired of walking, she sunk into a bench in front of the building for her next class. She brought her legs up on the bench and placed her head on her knees.

Draco Malfoy. Even as she recalled the name, she couldn't help but feel like it was made up out of her imagination. But it fit the blonde stranger she had been seeing so well, she had a hard time believing that his name could be anything but.

Who was he? Why did he keep pushing her to remember something?

Even if it was her imagination making up the dreams, there had to be some logic behind it. What did she not remember? She furrowed her brow and tried to think hard of her life of the last few years.

Everything had been painfully normal, she completed her A levels, had gotten into a good university, her parents had moved her when she was 11, and she had started a new school, made very few friends that had all moved on to other universities, and started her job at the hospital.

She sighed, nothing coming to mind. There was no blank spots, though she didn't remember in too much detail, she knew that everything fit.

She looked at her watch and frowned as she saw that it was time to go into class. She begrudgingly stood up, retrieving her bag from beside her and walked into the building, the blonde haired stranger still invading her mind.

The class proceeded normally, there was a pop quiz that she was able to finish easily and the teacher had even let them out a bit early. Hermione stayed seated as the students around her chattered on and left the class.

Her history professor, a middle-aged man with a balding spot in the back of his head, continued to clean the board, his back turned to her. She took a deep breath and collected her things slowly, her thoughts still jumbled from earlier.

She stopped before the class room door and hesitated momentarily. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts she pulled open the door and stepped out of the class room.

The hallway was in chaos.

People ran around, flashes of lights emitting from their wooden sticks as they did complex waves and shouts. All around her flashes of lights and screams filled her eyes and ears. It was almost deafening.

She took a step back and felt her foot slip on the top of a stair where the door to her class room had been. She cried out as she felt herself loose her balance and topple backwards.

She flailed her arms hopelessly, and felt someone else's arms around her as they caught her from falling down the stairs. She looked up in confusion and her eyes met the grey haunting eyes she had become all too familiar with.

"Watch yourself, Granger." The one called Draco Malfoy smirked and let go of her as he set her on her feet. He looked around the battle and frowned as one of the cloaked people were hit in the chest with a green light. They crumbled to the ground and Hermione knew they wouldn't be getting back up.

"We need to get out of here." He said sternly, turning back to her. She nodded slowly, still unsure of what to make of the scene. She looked down to her bag and gaped in surprise as she saw it gone, and in its place was the wooden stick she held before.

"Come on, Granger!" She heard Malfoy shout at her. She looked back up to see that he had ran down the hall and was waiting for her at the top of the steps.

She raced toward him, dodging lights as they flashed around her. She was out of breath by the time she climbed the steps but the blonde didn't wait for her to catch her breath and he continued to run down the hallway.

"W-wait!" She yelled after him, her arm outstretched towards his retreating figure. A cloak figure stepped in front of her and she skidded to a stop, almost running into them.

"Capture the girl." Came a cold voice from within her head. She shivered as she looked up at the dark figure in front of her. Their hood was pulled so far over their face it was impossible to see them.

They brandished their wooden stick before her and she pushed herself away from them. Her foot caught on a piece of rumble and she fell over on to the stone floor, her stick falling out of her hand and on to the floor behind her.

"Stop!" She yelled, knowing that probably wouldn't. She pushed herself back with her feet, trying to put more distance between her and the stranger. They continued to advance towards her and she reached for the piece of wood she had been holding before. Without it, she suddenly felt powerless to defend herself from the advancing figure.

Her hands settled on the thin wood and she pointed it at the figure threatening them to come closer. She heard a low chuckle come from the hood as they continued towards her.

"Expelliarmus!" She shouted, a gust wind pushed back the figure, causing their hood to fall back.

She gasped as they turned to face her, their hood no longer hiding their face.

It was her father.

"Miss Granger? Miss Granger!"

Hermione head shot up as she heard her name called in an annoyed tone. She looked up and saw that her Professor was looking down at her, board eraser in one hand.

She looked pass him and took in the familiar setting of her history class. Had she never left the room?

"Miss Granger, I hope you weren't sleeping the whole class." He asked, an unforgiving look on his face.

"No, professor," She said hurriedly, pushing her hair out of her face. "I only just dozed off. Sorry." She finished meekly as he continued to stare down at her. He nodded uncertainty and turned back to the board as she collected her things.

A flash of green emanated from under her blouse and she looked down to the see that the necklace was still in place around her neck. A cold feeling settled over her heart and she quickly undid the clasp.

She placed the necklace back in the box she had before and before she left the room, tossed the box into the waste basket by the door.

Though with each step she walked further and further for the mysterious necklace, she couldn't shake the cold feeling that had settled over her heart.

Over the next two weeks Hermione was sure she was beginning to go mad. Her dreams were plagued with scenes of the battle at the unfamiliar castle, she would ether be running for the blonde stranger or force to fight off her father as he tried to capture her at the orders of the voice that always emanated in her head.

It had gotten to the point were she dreaded to close her eyes, keeping herself up by doing her homework late into the night. Her mother and father looked over her worriedly, trying to convince her that she needed more sleep, that school work wasn't worth killing herself over.

She avoided her father's eyes and tried to keep her tone pleasant as she told them repeatedly that seemed was fine.

Her shifts at the hospital had become more of a chore as Lissa seemed determined to make her life hell. Often she would be landed with the tougher tasks, forcing herself to stay awake, while the elderly patients rattled on with their complaints for the hospital.

She had almost begun to live on a diet of caffeine, though her mother was very strict only allowing her one cup in the morning, she would always get a cup when arriving to school or work.

Thankfully the blonde stranger, Draco Malfoy, hadn't made an appearance back in her life. She had searched the database for anyone or family with the name and came up with nothing.

Hermione was really beginning to believe she had lost it.

"Luckily they were able to put the fire out before anyone was hurt, though officials are still trying to determine the source of the blaze. "

Hermione glanced up from her essay that she was rereading for the third time as the news channel was abruptly changed to another.

She looked up at her father, who was wearing an annoyed expression and flicking through the channels of their telly.

"What was that about?" She asked, returning her gaze to her paper as her father continued to change the channel. She felt him stiffen beside her before he cleared his throat after a few seconds of silence.

"Probably some kids messing around and managed to set an apartment complex on fire." He said cheerfully, as though trying not to worry her. It was a tone he often took when he was trying to shield her from something.

Hermione bit her lip and didn't bother to question it. She turned the page of her history book and she heard her father sigh before turning off the television.

"Shouldn't you be heading to bed, poppet?" He asked, leaning over her to read the paper she was revising. "Don't you have a test tomorrow?"

"That's next week, it's my final for the term." She answered, a strange feeling settling over her as he neared her. She felt the back of her neck prickle as he continued to stare at her as though he was still waiting for her to continue.

"Don't stay up too late then, darling." He said finally, breaking the silence that had set in. He patted her on the head and she tried to hold herself back from flinching as he did so.

She let out a breath, she hadn't known she was holding as she heard him retreat up the stairs and close the door leading to his room.

Hermione shook her head, he was her father. There was no way he would ever harm her. She had been around him her whole life and he had never shown any type of violence around her or her mother as far back as she could remember.

She collected her school work and books, making her way back up the stairs to her own room.

As she stepped pass her parents room, she noticed that he door was lightly ajar. She hesitated, wondering if she should go in and give her parents a proper good night when she heard their voices whispering.

"-sleeping." She caught the end of her mother's words and couldn't help but think they were about her. Against her better judgement she crept closer to the door and strained her ears to listen.

"Its all that school work she loads herself with. She probably will start to sleep more when her summer classes are over."

A small smile worked its way on to her lips as she heard her father calm her mother. They were only worried about her.

"I don't know why, the muggle work they give her is so boring. Did you see the history book she reads? Complete bullocks if you ask me, it says that the World War one was started because some boring muggle name Francis or something was killed, nothing mentioning the fact that Grindelwald had attacked a few of the muggle countries." Her mothers voice rose and she let out an uncharacteristically haughty laugh.

"Don't worry, loved." His father spoke up, "Two more months and we will be able to leave all this muggle nonsense behind."

Hermione's brow furrowed at the strange word, never once had she heard her parents use any type of slang before. Whatever a muggle was, it didn't seem anything good. What did they mean about leaving the muggle world behind? Were they going on some type of vacation?

She took a step back slowly from the door as she tried to process what she had heard. Her father was a history fanatic, something Hermione and him often bonded over. He would never question how the world war started, in fact they had an in dept conversation when she had first learned about the war when she was around nine years old.

A sudden sinking feeling began to overcome her as she quietly stepped back from the door and reached her own. She felt her back press into the door and she tried to calm her racing mind.

She pinched herself, making sure she hadn't fallen into one of the strange dreams. Her arm stung where she had pinched and she rubbed it as she tried to figure out what had transpired between her parents.

Nothing she could think of came to mind, except maybe her lack of sleep had made her misheard.

She turned towards her door and opened it slowly, so it wouldn't alert her parents. She shut it with a soft click, as a sudden cold breeze washed over her.

Her body froze as she heard a creak come from the darkness behind her. Her hands fumbled blindly for the light switch in her room as she noticed that once again the street lambs on the street had went out, plunging her room into darkness.

She felt the light switch and she flicked it on but nothing happened. Her heart began to race as she flicked the switch again, praying that it would turn the lights on. After a few flicks of the switch, and no lights she heard a chuckle come from behind her.

She slowly turned around as a small orb of light came from the strangers wooden stick behind her, and filled the room with a soft blue light.

"Hello again, Granger." Draco Malfoy drawled from his spot that he sat on her bed. He held up the green jeweled necklace that she had disposed a few weeks ago. "Did you not like my gift?"

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"Whatever you do don't look it in the eyes, use the mirror to look around corners and for the love of Merlin, run." Hermione grabbed the girl's hand, pulling her behind her as they ran down the hallway. She could feel the ground shake beneath them as whatever the monster was chased them.