Hermione

I lay in bed, tossing and turning all night, my mind constantly going over the long checklist I have for tomorrow: What am I going to wear, when will I send a letter to my parents, that kind of thing. Suddenly, I can't remember if I packed all my books, I can't remember if I packed my school robes. At this point, my mind is going haywire.

I look at the clock. It's already three in the morning. I have to wake up in two hours, which is really an hour earlier than necessary but I want to get a shower in before the whole Weasley crew. Maybe I will even wake up Ginny to give her that extra time too.

I sit up in bed, sleep futile at this point. I stare across the room at my trunk, picturing in my mind all the books I knew I had soundly packed, wondering if perhaps Hogwarts, a History could easy some of my tension. I get out of bed silently, very aware of the twins' room beneath mine, and reach for the lid of my heavy oak trunk. Even in the dark I know where I have placed my favorite book and I pull it out easily from underneath a pile of my robes. Finding no solace in my room, I know I need to get out.

Tip-toeing down the steps, I feel a rush as I realize I am breaking some of the rules Mrs. Wealsey had been sure to enforce every time I had stayed at the Burrow. She also placed a few new ones this summer since Voldemort and his followers were running amuck, scaring the whole wizarding community into a utter frenzy. Instead of the normal bed by eleven, do not leave the yard ordeal, she now had added do not leave the house without an adult onto the list. I mentally note that I am now breaking three rules instead of just two, a tiny part of my mind is telling me to just go back inside and sleep, that I am being too rebellious, yada yada yada. Yet I continue through the house until I find myself outside the house, breathing the fresh country air and staring at complete darkness until my pupils begin to dilate

I feel someone's breath on my neck, a faint smell of roses in the air, and then I am gone.