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Author's Note:  Well, this is just something about what Hermione is feeling after the events in the fourth book.  Disclaimer:  By no means do I own Harry Potter or any of the characters.     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?