Dream
Chapter One: The Mist
A/N: {} around words indicates a dream, { starting it and } at the very end. ** around words indicates talking in a dream.
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Hermione Granger pulled her nightgown on, and got into bed. "Lumos," she said, lighting her wand and propping it up by her bad so she continue reading her book, 'Witchcraft in the 1400s' by Selma Finster. After about half an hour, the brown-haired 15 year old started getting sleepy, so she shut her book and unlit her wand. She pulled the crimson blanket over her shoulders and fell asleep.
{Hermione was in a field full of lush green grass and small pink flowers. She heard some noise to the right of her. She turned around and saw her friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. She walked over to them, but halfway there she was surrounded by a thick purple mist. She struggled to get out of the horrid substance, but to no avail. She pushed against the mist, trying to get out. She opened her eyes slightly, to see that the foggy element was thickening and pushing together, turning solid. It pushed harder and harder, until Hermione was trapped in a rectangular purplish box.
*Help!* she screamed, hoping Harry or Ron could hear her. Then she heard another voice, not hers, nor that of her two friends.
*Hermione...* it whispered in a very hoarse voice.
*Who's there?* she asked, her voice small and meek.
*Hermione...* it whispered again.
*Who are you? What do you want? Where are you? Please, I'm scared, just tell me who you are,* she said again, with a bit of fright in her tone.
*It is I, the great mist that surrounds you,* the voice replied. Hermione didn't answer back, she just started sobbing softly, from fright.
*I am here to seal your fate. Some people live, others die. You are one chosen to die. I am giving you your first warning. You shall die on the 1st of March,* the mist said.
*Why? I don't understand,* she whimpered.
*I am giving you your first warning,* the mist repeated, and vanished. Hermione was now in the field again. She saw Harry and Ron. She was just about to run over to them when her eyes started to see only black, then nothing.}
Hemione woke up, her pillow drenched with sweat. She sat up and put her hand to her chest where she felt her heart beating wildly. She looked out the window to see the sun shining. She turned her head to see that all the other girls of her dorm were gone, already down in the Great Hall at breakfast. She slowly got out of her bed.
She quickly pulled on a shirt and a pair of jeans, then put her robe over it. She ran down to the portrait hole, and out into the corridor. She was about to head down to the Great Hall, when she heard a hoarse whisper.
"Hermione..."
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Chapter 2 will be up soon.
Chapter One: The Mist
A/N: {} around words indicates a dream, { starting it and } at the very end. ** around words indicates talking in a dream.
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Hermione Granger pulled her nightgown on, and got into bed. "Lumos," she said, lighting her wand and propping it up by her bad so she continue reading her book, 'Witchcraft in the 1400s' by Selma Finster. After about half an hour, the brown-haired 15 year old started getting sleepy, so she shut her book and unlit her wand. She pulled the crimson blanket over her shoulders and fell asleep.
{Hermione was in a field full of lush green grass and small pink flowers. She heard some noise to the right of her. She turned around and saw her friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. She walked over to them, but halfway there she was surrounded by a thick purple mist. She struggled to get out of the horrid substance, but to no avail. She pushed against the mist, trying to get out. She opened her eyes slightly, to see that the foggy element was thickening and pushing together, turning solid. It pushed harder and harder, until Hermione was trapped in a rectangular purplish box.
*Help!* she screamed, hoping Harry or Ron could hear her. Then she heard another voice, not hers, nor that of her two friends.
*Hermione...* it whispered in a very hoarse voice.
*Who's there?* she asked, her voice small and meek.
*Hermione...* it whispered again.
*Who are you? What do you want? Where are you? Please, I'm scared, just tell me who you are,* she said again, with a bit of fright in her tone.
*It is I, the great mist that surrounds you,* the voice replied. Hermione didn't answer back, she just started sobbing softly, from fright.
*I am here to seal your fate. Some people live, others die. You are one chosen to die. I am giving you your first warning. You shall die on the 1st of March,* the mist said.
*Why? I don't understand,* she whimpered.
*I am giving you your first warning,* the mist repeated, and vanished. Hermione was now in the field again. She saw Harry and Ron. She was just about to run over to them when her eyes started to see only black, then nothing.}
Hemione woke up, her pillow drenched with sweat. She sat up and put her hand to her chest where she felt her heart beating wildly. She looked out the window to see the sun shining. She turned her head to see that all the other girls of her dorm were gone, already down in the Great Hall at breakfast. She slowly got out of her bed.
She quickly pulled on a shirt and a pair of jeans, then put her robe over it. She ran down to the portrait hole, and out into the corridor. She was about to head down to the Great Hall, when she heard a hoarse whisper.
"Hermione..."
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Chapter 2 will be up soon.