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Chapter 7: The Dream Odyssey.

Lessons were finally over and Hermione was looking forward to a nice meal in the Great Hall and then she would settle down in front of the fire to make a start on the various essays she had been set that day. Since the absence of Draco and his gang after Charms lesson, Hermione was unaware of the deadly plot that they were planning in the unnoccupied bathroom. Indubitably, they were up to something but Hermione would never guess in a million years that they were all planning to kill her!

"Hermione, you coming to eat now?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, okay." Hermione replied and she set off with Ron, Harry, Parvati, Ginny and, grudgingly, Lavender to the hall where the delicious smell of various mouth-watering delights were alreday wafting to their noses and drawing them ever nearer to the busy bustle of hungry Hogwartians who were too eager to start their appealing dinner after a drawling days work.

After a couple of minutes waiting, the large oak tables were suddenly hidded by the many ornate platters of food and refreshments. It was time to dig in.

By the time Hermione had filled her plate, Ron had already started to stuff his face full of chicken and potato and it was a rather putrid sight, however, it made Hermione giggle.

"Oh, Ron! You've got to learn some manners!" She laughed whilst spooning up some brocolli. Ron turned a slight tinge of rouge but he was glad to see that nobody else had noticed this.

For the rest of the meal, the friends conversed on subjects they had learnt that day and teachers that had utterly embarrassed them in their lessons. Harry and Ginny didn't actually do much of the talking as for most of their time in the Great Hall, they had had their arms wrapped snugly around each other and were embracing rather heavily in front of everyone including the teachers. McGonagall's face was like thunder but however, to her displeasure, Dumbledore was chuckling and saying:

"Aaah, young love, young love!"

Another teacher that was glancing over at the Gryffindor table was Professor Trelawney but for once in her life, she didn't seem to be a bit intersted in Harry. It was actually Hermione she was staring at! She looked like she was thinking very seriously to herslef.

"Guys, I'm thinking of heading up to the tower now." Suggested Hermione.

"Yeah, good idea, come on let's go." Said Ginny, unwrapping herslef from Harry. All the others, too got up from their bench and walked off to the common room.

Ten minutes later and Hermione had perched her petite body on a chair by the roaring fire and started to plan out her potions essay. It was about a poison that went by the name of 'The Draft Of Controlloversia' and it was literally a liquid Imperius, it the poisoner would tell the potion what they wanted it to do and once the drinker's lips had touched the potion, they would immediately start being controlled.

Scary Thought Hermione.

For an hour and a half she listed the devastating effects that usually ended in horrific death and Hermione was glad to see that the potion seemed rather difficult to brew and was advanced, intermediate magic.

Heading off for a very early night, Hermione bade all of her friends goodnight and trooped up the cold stone stairs to her dorm. Lookng out of the window, it was obvious that Christmas was near by as the clouds were very white and covered the sky from any blue gaps. Also, it meant that the Christmas ball was beckoning nearer and Hermione felt a twang of a mixture of guilt and jealousy as she thought about it.

She climbed into her bed and smelt the fresh fragrance of powder on the duvet.

Hermione was totally unaware that her biggest journey ever was about to begin.


A rush of sleep went over her head and Hermione was asleep.

She was in a land of that looked vaguely like Hogsmeade, there were white flakes of snow falling from the icy grey sky and around Hermione were heaps upon heaps of pure white, ankle-deep snow. However, she could not feel anything.. it was a dream of course, a silly old dream. Dotted around the scene were numerous fir trees which were at various sizes from one another... funnily enough this reminded Hermione of the Hogwarts fir trees that surrounded the lake that would probably be frozen over in this drastic weather. The freezing girl walked on through the dream-like area she had found herself in. A flash of gingery-red whooshed past her eyes but the source was not found... then an ear-splitting scream of what sounded like giggles echoed around the snowy road. That horrific laugh was very, very familiar.

When everything quitened down, Hermione thought that it was a trichk of her mind, everything she had just witnessed, but to her extreme displeasure and horror, she felt the ground below her lurch, but there was no ground ... Hermione was surrounded by emptiness, she was falling!...


"Aaaaaaaaaaggghhhhhhh!" Screamed Hermione as she forcefully awoke in her bed which was soaked with fever sweat. Something was not right- the dream seemed so real to Hermione that she had to make sure she was back to reality. She had had these dreams of collapsing and falling too many times so Hermione thought it was time for action, she could just be going through a tricjy stage in her life, but to Hermione's intelligence, it was something more than that.

She ran to her set of drawers and searched for some writing paper and a quill. She sat down on the end of the bed and began to trace words of ink onto some parchment:

Dear Elanor, I'm sorry if I have woken you but I have some very important information to tell you and I need some advice.

For many months now, I have been experiencing very terrible and out-of-the-ordinary dreams. They seem so unbelievably real that I am very frightened indeed! It is like I am falling through space and time. It is recurrent every night, but each time it becomes stronger and clearer... scarier. I see a snowy village that reminds me of a a town near my school and I catch a glimpse of someone I - someone I know in my class. Then I hear squealing from a person that reminds me of someone i severely detest. Please, Elanor, I need your help! Please aid me and tell me why I'm having these nightmares, I am really in distraught.

Thankyou for reading my letter

Love, Hermione x

For many years, Hermione and Elanor had been friends. They had always listened to each other's problems but then they got separated as Hermione had found out she had been asked to become a student at Hogwarts. She didn't know how Elanor would react when a ragged screech owl came to her bedroom in the middle of the night to deliver a letter to her. Hermione didn't even know if her friend would be able to help her in finding the answer to her worries.. but Hermione just needed someone to talk to.

There was one other person that could really help her. It sounded austere. A woman whom Hermione had hated all these years, ever since her third year. Could she possibly help this situation and unravel the truth?

Hermione climbed the steps of the astronomy tower and the nearer she got, the stronger the smell of cherry liquer became. Maybe she was still up. Hermione thought.

She rapped her shaking knuckles on the mystic door and without waiting for a reply, walked hesitantly into the musty classroom of the Divination teacher, Professor Trelawney.

"Dear Goodness, child, whatever is the reason you are in my room and up so late?" Quivered the voice of the bizarre teacher.

Trelawneys' eyes were quadrupled by her enormous glasses that were balancing on her rather overlarge nose. She wore an expression of deep bemusement and conveyed a sense of vulnerability.

"I have been meaining to ask you something for quite a long time, Professor." Said Hermione. gaining her courage.

"Bad dreams?" Asked Sibyll.

"How.. how did you know?" Hermione replied, astonished at her ex-teacher's discovery.

"I can sense it in your eyes my dear." Whispered the voice. " You are very afraid, you are in grave danger!"

Hermione felt the urge to roll her eyes but could not puch herself to do it. She partly believed Trelawney that this was true, she was in grave danger.

"Beware the midnight extraveganza of those cold, silver eyes you so intently despise. Become aware of the lonely and disheartened fool who could not show it's true feelings, become aware of that person's prescence on the night that could change everything! Danger lies ahead but you are too young to realise it, you poor, poor, misfortunate child. Take each step carefully and do not risk anything that could cause pain. More importantly... you must try with all your might to not be revealed to the hidded truth because it is the cause to all of this business. YOU ARE IN GRAVE DANGER!" And with that, the lamenting professor lay back in her chair and a loud snore filled the silent, sweet-smelling room.

Trouble was on it's way.


A/N: Hey guys! Look, I'm so sorry for the terrible long wait it has been for this seventh chapter. I have really wanted to write it for a long time but I have just gone back to school and the amount of bloody homweork I'm getting is vast! It's true... I never really do my homework but at the moment I literally have to or I will be spending every single afternoon in detention. So yeah, apologies again, next chapter will be up much sooner than this one so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't lose heart with this story. R&R as always ! i 3 reviews mann x