I Wish Things Were Different
~*~ by Kirei Blossom
She stood at the base of the massive stadium, with Ron and
Harry beside her. A light evening wind
tossed about her bushy brown hair, and the three of them stood, examining the
towering, dark green maze in front of them.
All around her, there was a torrent of deafening and confusing
sound. Voices everywhere, footsteps,
screams. The ground beneath her feet
reverberating with the sound of a thousand people running. Girls were crying, sobbing
hysterically. Harry pushed forward to
investigate. "No!", her mind
screamed. She had a sinking feeling
about this as she watched Harry keep going and disappear into the crowd. The scene flickered in and out of her vision
and suddenly, he reappeared, his leg injured and bleeding, his robes torn, his
face scratched in several places, his glasses askew. "Harry!" she yelled.
"C'mon Ron! We have to go see if Harry's okay." She started to rush forward, but Ron stopped
her. "No, you stay here. I'll go....." She watched as Ron
disappeared into the crowd too. And
then she was all alone. No crowd of
swarming people, no Harry and no Ron.
She felt scared, just staring at the hedges bordering the frightening
maze. The wind steadily rose around
her. "R-Ron?" she asked
out. "Harry?!" A beetle buzzed angrily in her ear. She turned, and saw herself facing a swarm
of them, their antennae strangely colored.
She stumbled to the ground and covered her head with her arms, waiting
for the inevitable. She felt a hundred
angry beetles attack at once, as she screamed and felt something fuzzy fall on
her head. With a jerk, she felt herself
being pulled back, as though someone had pulled some hidden plug, and drained
the nightmare away. Shaking, covered
with sweat, Hermione woke up.
Her
heart pounding, she sat up with a start, causing the cat sitting on her chest
to sputter and hiss. "Shoo, Crookshanks.." she whispered
angrily. With a sigh, Hermione pushed
her hair out of her eyes and looked around her room. She had a feeling she'd had this dream before. Though, of course, without the part where
the cat fell on her head. She turned
her head to look at her alarm clock.
4:30. Her heartbeat returning
slowly back to normal, Hermione got out of bed and went to sit at her desk near
the window. She rubbed her eyes, and
focused on any sounds she could hear.
Everything was so peaceful right now.
She picked up her copy of iThe Standard Book of Spells, Grade
5/i which she had finished reading earlier, and stared at the picture
of the young wizard on the front waving his wand about. Not even books were making her feel any
better right now. Hermione sighed as
her eyes scanned the desk, which besides the book, had two letters sitting next
to her bookbag. One of them was from
Victor, asking her to come visit him.
She had politely refused, firstly because her parents wouldn't allow her
to go to Bulgaria all by herself, and second because she had received another
letter from Ron inviting her to come over.
Hermione smiled to herself. It
would be so good to see Harry and Ron again.
As far as she was concerned, it had been a lousy summer.
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Well, that's all I have for right now. Please review and tell me if you think I
should continue this or not?