A month went by and O. were in a week. Ron, Harry and I were in the library. I seized any book with O.W.L subjects that I could get my hands on.

"Geez, Hermione," said Ron as I placed my second stack of books on our table. "Don't you know how to pace yourself? Why do you always go mad over these tests?"

Watch it Ron," Harry said out of the corner of his mouth. "Don't tell her how to study, it'll be like facing a Mandrake without earmuffs."

"Harry!" I growled, not looking up from my book.

"See?"

Harry walked up to me and closed the book I was holding.

"What are you doing?"

"Hermione, you need to take a break," He said as he passed the book to Ron. "You've been running yourself ragged ever since McGonagall mentioned the O. last week."

"I have to pass."

"Hermione, it's not the end of the world if you don't pass," said Ron as he sat down next to me.

"I need to pass," I repeated. "I already failed once."

"Fail?" Ron said in confusion. "You didn't fail."

"But I did fail, " I said. "I failed with H.U, we got caught."

"It wasn't your fault, it was Marrietta's," said Harry.

I sighed.

Harry swallowed. Clearly he didn't feel comfortable with what he was about to say.

"What would Cedric say to you if he saw you doing this right now?"

I looked at him, my throat and eyes burning. I swallowed hard and looked back at my hands before I answered.

"He would say exactly what you two are saying. That I'm over working myself."

"What else would he say?" Harry asked.

I tried blinking to hold back my tears but failed miserably.

"He…" I tried to keep my voice from breaking again. I failed. "He would tell me just to study what I can and try my best on the test and no matter what the score I should be happy with it."

"Can you take his advice?" Ron asked.

I sniffed as I nodded. Both Harry and Ron reached up and wiped the tears on my cheeks. All three of us laughed softly.

I sat in the eerily quiet Great Hall, the only sound coming from the sand in the hourglass, counting down the remaining minutes of the test. I tapped my quill nervously on my answer sheet, which only had a few numbers answered. I chewed at my thumbnail as I looked over the pamphlet of questions.

I could hear Cedric's voice, like he was leaning over me, brushing his lips against my ear.

"Just relax, love. It's only a test."

I sighed deeply as I continued to tap my quill.

"Just relax."

I shook my head. My eyes were beginning to feel heavy and hard to keep open.

"Relax," he whispered.

I dropped my quill, breathing slowly as my vision began to fade.

I was in the same place I've been nearly every time I've dreamt.

Same fireplace, same sofa, only I wasn't lying on it with a book across my legs. Instead I was standing behind it, staring at the fire.

"I'm here," I said, still watching the dancing flames. "But where are you?"

I didn't have to wait long for an answer. A hand touched my shoulder. Closing my eyes, I turned to face its owner. I opened my eyes and had to bite my lip to prevent sobs.

Fresh bruises, fresh cuts and gashes covered his now yellowish, pale face. But it was his lips that were my main focus.

"Help me," they said without sound.

"I want to," I said no longer able to hold back my sobs. "More than anything! Where are you? How did you get here? How…?"

I stopped. He was mouthing something slowly but I couldn't read his lips.

"I can't understand!" I sobbed, closing my eyes.

"Then I suggest that you wake up and get back to work."

I opened my eyes and looked up. I was back in the Great Hall with Umbridge glaring over me.

"Care to explain your lack of focus?" She asked in her bittersweet voice.

I ignored her and looked around. Everyone was still focused on their tests, including Harry and Ron.

"Well?"

"No," I said distractedly as I slipped out of my desk.

I just walked into the Entrance Hall when I was roughly turned back around.

"Where do you think you're going?" Umbridge asked with venom, her grip on my arm like a vice. Her tone did not frighten me, and my answer showed as much.

"I have more important things to attend to," I explained as I tried to slip free of her grasp. "More important than a pointless test that I am clearly not prepared for."

"You ungrateful little…"

In a flash, I was lying on the stone floor, my right cheek stinging.

"Are you all right?" Ron asked.

I nodded, rubbing my cheek with one hand, then lowered Harry's wand with the other.

"Do you want to be sent Azkaban?" I asked.

"Hell yeah!" he answered, his eyes never leaving Umbridge.

"Never send a Dementor to do a Witches job." Umbridge said.

"What?" I asked.

"You," Harry said knowingly. "You sent the Dementors after us."

Umbridge smiled. "Of course, those dreary soulless creatures couldn't finish the job."

Someone cleared their throat.

Umbridge, Harry and I looked toward the Grand Staircase. Dumbledore and Fudge stood a few steps from the bottom.

"Delores, I need a word with you," Fudge said with authority.

Umbridge followed Fudge while Dumbledore turned to Harry and me, giving us a small smile and a wink. Once Fudge and Umbridge disappeared up the stairs, Dumbledore came over to us and asked, "I trust everything is okay here."

"Yes," harry replied. "We're fine professor."

Dumbledore gave us a small nod before going into the Great Hall.

"What's going on?" Ron asked. "Why did you leave in the middle of the test?"

Harry looked at me with concern.

I looked around to be sure that we were alone. Then I explained my reoccurring nightmares. Once I was finished, Ron looked at me as if I was mental.

"I think all the stress of these stupid O. has gotten to you Hermione," he said.

I sighed as I looked over at Harry.

"She's serious, Ron."

I smiled, grateful for his support.

"What do we do?" he asked.

"That's not the problem," I said. "I know what we're supposed to do, but I don't know where he is!"

"Calm down, Hermione," said Ron gently taking my hands when I began to grip at my hair. "We'll figure something out."

I closed my eyes and began to take deep, calming breaths before I opened them again.

"There is one person who could help," said Harry.

"Who?" Ron asked.

Harry stared at me with his eyebrows raised. His lips began to curve into a smile and I knew at once who he had in mind.

"No!" I said at once. "No!"

"It may be our only chance."

"No!" I said again, fighting the urge to stamp my foot.

"Hermione, just swallow your pride and go!" said Harry.

As we stood at the bottom of the stairs to Trelawney's office, I glared at Harry. "I hate you!"

"Come on, get up there!"

I sighed before climbing the spiral staircase. The door to her office was open, so we all just stepped inside, finding her putting away some of her teacups.

"Excuse us, Professor," said Ron.

Trelawney gave a tiny squeak before dropping the teacup she was holding.

"Oh," she said with sadness in her voice. "I was rather attached to that cup." She then looked up at us and smiled. "How nice it is to you all. Miss Granger, I'm surprised to see you here."

"Humph, she calls herself a psychic," I muttered as she moved on to another stack of cups.

"Shh," said Harry. "We apologize for disturbing you, but we need your help with something."

She froze, her hand still in the cupboard after placing the cup inside. Then she lowered it and turned to face us, the light reflecting off her glasses.

"You want my help?" she asked, sounding slightly surprised but with a small smile.

Harry elbowed me gently. I looked at him and he nodded toward Professor Trelawney. I sighed, closing my eyes before stepping up to her. I explained everything about my nightmares involving Cedric.

"So, what do you think?" I asked once I was finished.

She stared at her crystal ball for a full minute while she thought, before finally looking back at me.

"Mrs. Granger, your dreams might not be completely false."

My eyes widened at her words.

"There's only one way to find out," she continued. "Do you have something that Mr. Diggory touched before he died?"

"No, I don't, uh…" I stopped, placing a hand on my locket. I looked back at Professor Trelawney and she nodded slightly. My fingers shook as I unhooked it from my neck. I presented it to her.

"Now, hold one end and give me the other."

My fingers still shaking with nerves, I gave her one end.

"Think of the place in your nightmare, and close your eyes," she instructed.

I nodded before closing my eyes. An icy wind blew around me and before I knew it, I was told to open my eyes again.

It worked, I thought as I looked around. Everything was exactly the same, the wooden mahogany tables, and the dark green seating and dark gray carpet. There was a large couch that wrapped around half the room. A long coffee table was in front of it. Across from the table, there were two armchairs with a side table in between them. A matching lamp with a dark green shade stood on it. At the back of the room, the fireplace had a fancy decorated mantle. The fireplace was lit and the fire roared in the quiet room.

"Cedric!" I cried, hoping for any kind of response. I looked over at Trelawney, who was looking around the room in awe, making me wonder if this was first time she actually did something like this, but I didn't have time to worry about that now. "Cedric!" I yelled again as began to search around the room frantically. My stomach grew tight and full of butterflies. "Please, don't tell me I've been wrong this entire time," I prayed aloud after searching another room.

I reentered the room we started from. Trelawney was now staring out of the full-length window.

"I can't find him anywhere," I told her. "Or anyone for that matter."

She didn't say anything. She just kept staring out of the window with fascination.

"Professor?" I said as cautiously approached her.

"Look out there," she told me.

I looked out the window and felt my insides turn to ice.

"What do you see?"

I swallowed. "A graveyard."

"You've seen this graveyard."

I looked at her in confusion. No, I haven't, I thought.

"Think!" she urged.

I thought, but I couldn't remember ever being in that graveyard.

Trelawney grabbed my hand and before I could blink we were standing in the graveyard.

"What are we doing here?" I asked as shivers ran up my spine.

Trelawney said nothing, she merely pointed to a tombstone two feet away.

I stared at her with confusion and a little fear before I stepped up the stone. Crouching down at my knees I began to look it over. I had an intake of breath when I noticed something on the stone.

"Blood," I said, trying not to panic. "It's blood. It can't be more than a few months old."

I looked over at Trelawney, who was smiling at me as though I was finally beginning to understand something. I was, the pieces were finally coming together.

"This is the graveyard Harry told me about!" I said, rising to my feet. "This is where the Triwizard Cup brought them when they touched it!"

Trelawney's smile grew.

"Where are we?" I asked, frantically searching for a sign to tell where we were.

Trelawney merely looked over her shoulder.

"Hangleton Cemetery."

My stomach grew tight. I almost have what I need.

Trelawney's attention was now on the house.

"Professor, do you know whose house that is?" I asked.

She paused for a long moment, before she whispered, "The Riddle House."

I gasped softly. Cedric in my mind's eye, his mouth slowly forming the "Riddle House!" "That's what he's been trying to tell me!" I practically shouted. "He's in there!" I stopped. "But, why couldn't I find him?"

"Because this is a vision," said Trelawney. "It's not real."

"Then how do we get back?" I asked, not bothering to control my panic.

Trelawney held out her hand, I didn't hesitate to grab it.