Okay, so school is about to start once more. Gosh, I hate school.

Quote: "One may judge a king by the state of dancing during his reign." Chinese proverb.

Chapter 7: A Nightmare to Remember

I looked around the room, nauseous. If I was scared before I went to sleep, it was nothing compared to what I felt then.

I was wondering what was going to happen, when I got exhausted again. This time, I knew I was dreaming. It didn't help much, though, it was still frightening. The world around me shimmered, like the sun reflected on the surface of my father's swimming pool. I heard a whisper, "She will know soon."

I got a glimpse of a face. Cold, calculating, red eyes, staring through slitted eyelids. The voice hissed dangerously and the room stopped shimmering.

Mr. Minister, I am not an unintelligent person. Quite the contrary. I know as soon as it stopped shimmering, that this was beyond my control. I got up and started towards Dumbledore's office, but then I realized something. The pigmentation of my skin was normal.

My thoughts were if the coloring changed, clearly my tattoo would disappear, too, right?

Well, I am getting ahead of myself, again.

After I realized this fact, I headed straight up to the Common Room. Harry and Ron were waiting for me.

"Hermione!" Harry sounded relieved.

"Yes?" Keeping up with the calm, collected bookworm charade, I acted aloof and almost bothered by them.

"You are alright!"

"Yes. It was just... PMS." Again.

"Your period makes you turn color?" Ron, baffled, examined my right arm. The one without the tattoo.

"I was depressed. Blue." Clearly this made no sense, but to my surprise...

"Oh. Okay." I studied Ron incredulously.

Wow, I almost wanted him to not believe me. But that couldn't be right. Right? I walked straight up to my dormitory. I will need the rest, for tomorrow, I told myself, as I crashed, unaware of the dream that was about to take place.

Cheerful voices rang out. "She's here!" "We can begin!" "She's ready!"

But, again, one voice rang out above the others, its voice menacing and cruel. "It's time." It boomed, quieting everyone else down. "My child," so softly, it could have been anything else.

I chose to believe he said "In awhile," but this was soon to not be.

"Hermione Jane Granger." Mocking laughter accompanied this statement. "You are here to pronounce your faith."

"I have been Confirmed already." Dream-me said.

Merciless laugher followed my words. "To ME!" The voice continued.

"I will never betray Our Father and my beliefs. I do not belive in your dream to see the world rid of muggleborns!" I said, unsure of what was to follow this profession of faith.

"But would you betray your father?"

"My father is a Muggle."

"Not your adopted father." The voice mocked. "Me."

And Lord Voldemort stepped out of the darkness of the dream.

OOOH! Quite the cliffhanger, if I may say so myself. I will probably update later this week... I don't know. Let's see!

Plus that was REALLY long for me! YAY!

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