Sorry I haven't been updating weekly. You'd think that having summer school would free up some time for me...

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Two Weeks Later...

As days turned into weeks Hermione lived what was considered a normal life for a witch, especially after a war. Hogwarts was still under construction. It's massive buildings and wall had taken a huge beating from Voldemort's and Death Eaters attack. But as time went on Hermione could see the changes as Hogwarts built itself once more. The once ghastly courtyard, where the final battle took place, turned into a beautiful garden with blooming flowers (roses and tulips) and huge trees that seemed to reach for the sky but didn't block out any sunlight. In the middle in the middle of the courtyard was covered with grass and a tiny river snaked around the whole garden. It seemed as though Hogwarts itself knew how the courtyard would create nightmares for people and the time to come.

"It's beautiful isn't it" A voice said to Hermione. The voice was deeper than Ron's and was elegant unlike Harry's choppy flow. She didn't turn around though. She didn't care enough. There was too much beauty in front of her. Her eyes darted around the whole place, involuntarily.

"Yes, yes it is." She replied in a whisper. She turned around to face the person who talked, it was none other that Draco Malfoy. The light made him unusually pale in the bright sunlight, but his eyes seemed to be darker. His once silver eyes had turned into a stony gray. He was dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt. His platinum hair, no longer gelled, fell naturally across his face and covered his eyes. He brushed his hair to the side using his right hand, a scar seemed to protrude off his skin. He was beautiful, not that Hermione would never admit that.

"Hello, Hermione," Draco said, as if he were speaking to a newborn baby, introducing them to the world. Absently, he brushed a stubborn lock out of her face

"H-Hello." Hermione stuttered. Brown met gray and Hermione couldn't help but feel lost within the depths of color as his eyes slowly turned silver.

"Hey, Hermione!" The brunette heard a voice shout. Breaking away from the gaze of silver, she stared towards her left seeing Ron. He waved vigorously at her, the grin on his reached his eyes as he focused on her and only her.

"Hagrid's back!" He shouted. "Come on!"

Without looking back, Hermione ran after Ron ignoring the oddity that had happened only a few seconds before.


That night, the nightmares returned to Hermione, more vicious than ever. This time she could feel the pain of Bellatrix's knife edging into her skin slow and painful.

"Crucio!" Shouted Bellatrix. The brunette's screams echoed off the walls, terror evident. "Where did you get the sword?! What else did you take?!"

The evil witch yanked, Hermione's hair forcing her to stand up.

"When I ask you a question you will talk!" Bellatrix slapped the brunette with such force she plummeted to the ground, a sickening crack a reverberated off of the walls, as blood pooled out of her head.

"Just tell us where you got the sword, mudblood." Bellatrix spoke sweetly, too sweetly.

"It's just a copy," Hermione said, her voice hoarse from screaming.

"Wrong! Crucio!"


"No!" Hermione shouted, eyes shooting open and darting around. Her hair plastered to her face dripping in sweat. Realization came over her, it wasn't the crystal chandelier that loomed over her rather the crimson with gold lining canopy of her bed, in her own dorm. Something wasn't right though, she just couldn't figure it out. Images of Bellatrix's torture loomed over her once more, the dream was exactly the same, but something was missing- someone was missing.

"He didn't come." Hermione in realization," He wasn't there."

Fatigue washing over her once more, the brunette closed her eyes and let sleep overcome her once more, ignoring the heat next to her and the flash of silver in the corner of her eye.