Chapter Three

Look at me

Hold on tight

I'll protect you

During darkness and light

Fight with me

Don't let go

I'll help you survive

We'll make it, I know

The song played in Hermione's head as she rolled over in her bed; sweat dripping down her forehead and onto the already wet pillow. She hadn't slept the entire night, because of the mysterious music playing in her ears.

Forget your pain

I wont let you fall

It wont be the same

If you're not there at all

Don't cry for me

And I wont cry for you

But I can see

What you said was true

I'll find you

Don't let go

I'll save you

Don't let go

I see you

Don't let go

I see you…

Hermione was walking down an empty corridor, the music playing around her. In the distance, she saw the outline of a faded figure standing, waiting for her. She felt his need for her. She finally got to him, still not able to see his face, and he took her hand. There was a flash of white light.

She was standing in the middle of ruin. The majestic castle that had once been home to her was deteriorating around her. Pieces of the once glowing stone fell at her feet, as she ran, dodging the deadly beams of light, the curses that were being yelled around her. Her foot caught on a stone, she fell, her knee bleeding. Hermione stood up and began running again. She had to find her friends, and him. She didn't know who he was, all she knew was she had to find him, save him. She reached the lake. Now, instead of its dark blue water, it was red, filled with the blood of her fellow students, both muggle-born and pure bloods. And at the edge she saw a tangled mess of red hair.

"RON!" she screamed. She ran yet faster, and sank to the ground next to her best friend and took his hand.

"Hermione…" he whispered. "Hermione, let go of my hand, help Harry…" he choked.

"No Ron, no please…" Hermione cried, tears pouring down her face and her friend brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it.

"I will always love you Hermione. You were the best friend any one could have," and with that, he closed his eyes. Ron Weasley had died in her arms.

"RON! Ron, no…Ron please…Ron…" Hermione muttered, rivers of salty tears drawing clear lines on her dirty face. She put an Invincible Charm on him, so nothing would harm his limp body when she returned, stood up and looked around. There he was, fighting Voldemort, blood dripping down his torn shirtsleeve.

She ran over, killing as many Death Eaters she could on the way. But she stopped, half way, at the two words that she heard.

"AVADA KEDAVARA!" Voldemort yelled, hitting Harry square in the chest. But, not before Harry hit him with the same spell. They both fell over, dead.

"HARRY!" Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs as she fell to the ground. A strong surge of energy circled around Voldemort's body and knocked over every one on the grounds. She crawled towards Harry's lifeless body and grabbed his cold hand, tears streaming down her face.

"No, no…no…this is all wrong…Come on Harry. Wake up, please!"

But Hermione realized praying for him to wake up was useless, just as it was for Ron. Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, was now dead. She placed the same charm on Harry's body and stood up. She knew staying in one spot on the grounds for too long was dangerous. There were still some Death Eaters fighting the Order members. She wanted to find him. She prayed out loud that he was okay, at least him; that nothing had happened to him. She sped up, casting an Invisibility Charm on herself. S0000000000000000000he moved into the forest. Her footsteps were unheard, by the still scuffling fighters, who hadn't realized the war had already been won. In the distance she heard his voice. Hermione began to run, her heart pounding in her chest. She reached him, still invisible, and saw his back turned towards her. She removed the spell, and yelled for him, not able to hear her own voice. He turned, his face blurred. She couldn't see him, everything was fading. The last thing she saw, as she hit the ground, was a jet of green light emerging from behind him and hitting him, and he fell too.

"NOOOO!"

Hermione screamed as she bolted up in her bed. Her face wet from tears and sweat. She was burning up, tears steadily dripping down her face. Her pajama top was twisted around her waist, as were her red sheets. Two of her pillows were knocked onto the floor, and her duvet was lopsided. She untangled herself from her blankets, and fell, literally, out of her bed, with a loud thump onto the cold floor. Still panting slightly, she made her way over to the adjoined bathroom, and opened the door, her feet making soft sounds on the icy tiles. Hermione made her way over to the sink, as the torches magically lit themselves. They did this, regardless of the time of day, when some one entered the bathroom. She turned the faucet, allowing a jet of cool water to spurt out of the lion shaped funnel. She splashed her face, chills running down her spine, the memory of the dream still fresh in her mind. She had seen her best friends die. She had held one in her arms as he told her how much she meant to him; and she had watched the other one from afar, unable to help him, as much as she wanted to. Hermione's only wish at the moment was the dream was exactly that, only a dream, not a vision, not a prophecy, but just a horrible, horrid dream, a terrible nightmare. She leaned over the sink and dried her face on a white fluffy towel hanging from the rack in the middle of the two sinks. Hermione turned and entered her room again, shutting the bathroom door. She paced towards her bed, and it was then she noticed a faint blue light coming from underneath her closed door. Crossing the room, she reached out her hand and extremely slowly, turned the doorknob and opened the door. The blue light became denser as she walked silently down the stairs towards the common room.

Hermione held her breath as she reached the last stair. Blaise was standing by the fire, his cauldron in front of it, a shining blue light emerging from inside. Hermione could hear him muttering incantations softly, stirring the silvery liquid with a large metal spoon. A thick book lay open on the table. Suddenly, as Blaise stopped whispering, the light became a dark red and filled up the room.

"God damnit!" Blaise cursed loudly. Hermione tried to make her way quietly up the stairs, but stubbed her toe and muttered a soft 'Ow.' Unfortunately, Blaise heard her. He slowly turned around as Hermione flattened herself behind the stonewall, closing her eyes and praying he wouldn't see her. "What are you doing down here Granger?" came Blaise's voice. Hermione let out her breath, fright creeping up her body.

"I had a bad dream…and I saw…the light…I thought someone was in the common room, so…I…uh…you know, came down," Hermione murmured.

"I…uh…see that," he said mockingly back to her. "Well, it's me, so what do you want?"

"What are you doing?" she asked him softly, stepping off the stairs and walked towards him.

"Nothing that concerns you Mudblood," he snapped at her. She was taken aback by the sudden insult, but didn't let it show on her face.

"What are you making?" she asked him calmly.

"I told you, it has nothing to do with you! Now sod off!"

"What did you do wrong?"

"What makes you think I did something wrong?"

"Well first and foremost you cursed when it turned red and unless you are completely mad, I doubt you would have if you had gotten it right," Hermione said smoothly, sitting on the chair next to the table and looking at him. Blaise glared at her for a moment and then shook his head, chuckling softly.

"Pushy little prick you are…"

"I like to think of it as unfaltering determination, thank you," she said with a small smile. "So are you going to tell me what you are doing or will I just have to figure it out?"

"I'm not going to tell you, so you can just stop asking, okay Granger? You like to figure things out, so go ahead. But I would appreciate it if you went back to your room."

"And I'd appreciate it if you Slytherins would stop thinking your better than everyone. I'd appreciate it if you stopped calling me names because of my family. I'd appreciate it if Voldemort was dead and Harry could go through one day without having to worry about being murdered…" she paused, the dream flashing through her mind again, but regained her composure almost immediately and continued, "…and I'd appreciate it if you told me what you were bloody doing because I might be able to help you! I am supposed to tutor you, you know."

"First, I don't think I'm better than anyone, especially not you Gryffindors. But I am better than the Slytherins, so pardon me when I act it. I don't call you names because of your family, its what you are Granger. But if it bugs you that much, I'll stop, I can't speak for the rest of the house though. Voldemort will die soon and Potter will stay alive to see. I'll make sure of that. And if you're that interested in what I'm making, read about it!" He threw her the book. "And by the way, you're supposed to tutor me in Transfiguration, not Potions. But maybe you can help. Meet me here tomorrow after dinner." Blaise turned back to the cauldron, waved his wand and the potion and its ingredients disappeared. He then turned his back towards Hermione and marched up the stairs to his room, leaving Hermione on the uncomfortable wooden chair, her mouth hanging open, taking in all that he had said.

'Maybe he's not that bad after all…' she thought to herself, picking up the book and going to her room, shutting the door with a soft snap.

A/N:

Sorry I took so long! I've been really busy with school. Anyways, I'm looking for a beta for this story. So if you wanna beta me, tell me! LOL

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