*sulks* I'm not sulking....*sniffles*
So, I got a rather mean email from someone about my "goodbye" post. You have NO idea how angry I got over what was said! But the reason I got so upset was because I DO actually have an update for you guys, who have waited ever so patiently.
Unfortunately, I'm having an issue with my Microsoft Word, which decided to expire, and now I can't access it. So, I decided to make a quick post and TRY to give an update, no matter how short it ends up being. Bear with me, I'm working with Notepad at the moment, so it's not going to be formatted in the least. *is disgusted* So....here's a brif update, and thanks again for reading!

((Dream State)
Hermione was in a forest. Not her most creative dream, granted, but scary nonetheless. She could hear someone following her, and she knew she had to run. THe problem was, of course, where to run to? She didn't even know where she was! Nor did she have her wand...Her eyes darted to and fro across the ground, searching for a recognizable path, hoping against hope that she's be able to find her way out of the forest and back to Harry...

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" A blinding green flash enveloped her, and the next thing she was aware of were the hovering faces of Tom Riddle, Bellatrix Lestrange, and Lucius Malfoy. They were talking, but she could only make out snippets of words...

"--Still alive?! HOW??"

"...stuck in sleep. Maybe we won't have to--"

"Something has to be done. We must kill her and be done with-"

"..leave her for Potter to find?"

((End/Dream State))

Hermione woke up screaming and fighting hysterically against the hands holding her down against the bed. When she finally made the conscious effort to calm down and open her eyes, she found herself looking into the genuinely concerned eyes of one Tom Riddle. As soon as she stopped thrashing, he let go of her and shuffled as far from her as his seat on the bed allowed.

"You done screaming? I wasn't able to sleep through that horrid sound." Riddle tried, unsuccessfully, to sneer at her, but he only succeeded at looking as bone wear as Hermione felt. "Anyhow, I sort of wanted to...apologize for earlier. I don't know what came over me, but-"

"Whatever." Hermione quickly interjected, turning on her side with her back to him. "I don't care to hear anymore of your excuses. I promise to try to limit my nightmares for the rest of the night, but I can't guarantee they'll listen" Riddle inhaled sharply, as if to retort, but then seemed to rethink it before standing up sharply and stalking from the room. As soon as he had left, Hermione left out a heavy sigh and tried to calm her racing heartbeat.

Although she barely remembered the dream, she knew it was important somehow, like it explained everything that was going on in her life right now. She flopped back down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. One thing was for sure; she wasn't getting anymore sleep that night.