Bright Lights

This one's going to be interesting. I'm so excited to write it. I'm mixing it up a little and making it Molly's POV. Enjoy!

MOLLY'S POV:

I walked into Hermione's room, expecting to see her awake, especially at this hour. It was about noon when I walked in to find Ron holding her hand and staring at her sleeping form. When he turned around, I noticed how much weight he lost. He hadn't been eating much since that night. He hadn't left Hermione's side much since that night.

He smiled at me sleepily. "Hi mum." He yawned and stretched. I patted his back.

"Ron, sweetie why don't you and Harry go downstairs and get something to eat? You're much too thin." He sighed and looked at Hermione, still lost in her world of dreams.

"I'm still scared to leave her. What if something happens and she needs me? What if-" I cut him off.

"Relax, sweetheart. I'll stay here with her. I'll make sure nothing happens." He considered this for a few seconds, then slowly rose from his chair. He leaned over to Hermione and whispered quietly into her ear, "I'll be right back, sweetheart," and kissed her ear. She turned her head a bit at the contact.

I heard him leave as I took the chair opposite Ron's. Hermione quickly opened her eyes and began to breathe deeply, over and over again, as someone who had just had a nightmare would do.

"Hermione, dear are you alright?" She looked at me and nodded. She put a hand to her chest and furrowed her brow. "Are you sure?" She nodded again, her hand still on her chest.

"Just a bad dream." She said quietly. She didn't remove her hand from her chest like I thought she would. She began to take deep breaths, still keeping her hand on her chest. I stared at her in concern.

"Hermione, you need to tell me if you don't feel right. If you need me to, I can get a nurse." She shook her head.

"I'm fine, mum." Mum. She's called me mum since she was fourteen. It's funny, I had to ask Harry to call me mum, and he didn't feel comfortable doing that until he was married to Ginny. Hermione's parents abandoned her and her brother when they were very young. I guess I was a motherly figure to her very early on.

Hermione gave a small moan, and clutched her stomach. This wasn't normal. "Hermione, are you okay?" She furrowed her brow and nodded. Suddenly her expression softened dramatically and she smiled at me.

A small wave of relief rushed through me, but I was still slightly shaken. Hermione was acting very odd not ten seconds ago. When her expression softened, it was as if all of the pain had been lifted from her body.

She looked away from me and fixed her gaze on the ceiling, her eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. I watched her stare at the ceiling for a while, figuring she'd take her eyes off of it and look somewhere different. Concern flooded through me when she didn't. She stared at the ceiling as if she had never seen it before. I furrowed my brow and gently touched her hand.

"Hermione?" She didn't take her eyes off the ceiling. "Hermione?" She still didn't move her eyes from the ceiling. "Hermione, look at me, sweetheart." She finally pulled her eyes away from the ceiling, but kept darting her eyes back and forth from me, back up to the ceiling. I looked up to the ceiling. I didn't see anything. It was just a boring, beige wall fixed above us. I looked back to her to find her staring at it again….but she was smiling.

"Hermione? Sweetheart, what do you see?" She pointed her finger toward the ceiling, keeping her gaze fixed on it.

"Look at that bright light." She said quietly. I looked up…there was nothing there. "Do you see it?" She looked at me, her eyes twinkling as if with joy.

Tears stung my eyes. With fear written in my voice, I told her.

"Hermione, I don't see anything." She ignored my statement and began to speak quietly. Her voice was quieter than before. It was as if her voice was getting quieter and quieter with every word she spoke.

"I feel….so peaceful right now." Tears were glistening in her chocolate brown eyes. My heart began to speed up a bit.

"Hermione?" She ignored me and continued to speak.

"It's like-like I'm….I'm…I don't know, I can't explain it. I just want to touch it. To be submersed in it." She spoke as if in a trance. She was in a trance. Fear began to creep back into my heart. I had an idea of what she was seeing. I just didn't want to believe it.

I squeezed her hand gently…It was getting cold. I began to panic. "Hermione." She didn't look at me. "Hermione look at me." She ignored me. "Hermione, you have to snap out of it." I shook her shoulders, but she didn't even react.

My worst fear was realized as a sharp beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep filled the air.

Hermione Weasley stopped breathing.