Hermione awoke with a start. It was that same, reoccurring dream. She dreamt of a young woman, who looked very much like her, except with blond hair, holding a small child. Next to her was a man with brown hair and a big smile. "Sis, she's beautiful, isn't she?" The young woman just smiled and answer "Yes Tarin, she is." But the peace did not last. In a bright flash, another man appeared. He demanded the little girl and the woman, but the woman refused. She tossed her brother the child and faced her angry husband. It was then that Hermione realized that the evil wizard was none other than Voldemort. Then, she would see Tarin disappear in a flash of light with the baby in his arms. Then she would always wake up.
"Not again. Why do I always have that dream? I thought only Harry dreamed of Voldemort." Hermione smiled at the thought of Harry. "Oh Harry, it's only been 3 months and it seems like 3 years." She thought happily of seeing her boyfriend tomorrow in Diagon Alley. They were finally able to admit their feelings for each other last year, with no small amount of help from Ginny and Ron. She spent every spare moment last year with him. Of course Victor wasn't too happy, but he realized that she in truth had loved Harry first, so he stood aside. She loved Harry more than anything in the world. But this dream bothered her. What did it mean? And how did she know that Voldemort had a child, if he even did. She knew she couldn't tell Harry; he would start to worry. Lord knows he doesn't need that after all he's been through. But this dream was driving her crazy; she had to tell somebody. She thought she might tell Ron or Dumbledore, but either way Harry would find out eventually. She thought about it until she was finally able to drift back to sleep.
The next day in Diagon Alley, Hermione was anxious to find Harry and Ron. Especially Harry. She found them gauking at a new broom, the Stardust 3000, in the window of one of the shops. She snuck up on her unsuspecting boyfriend and put her hands over his eyes. "Guess who." she said playfully. "Umm.. Hermione." he replied, turning around. Oh how he had longed to see that smile again. He had missed her more than anything else. It was funny when the Dursleys found out about them. "Ohhh no, you'd better not get blown up like your parents and expect Dudley to take care of your child!" Quite frankly, he didn't give a damn about what the Dursleys thought. He was with his Hermione, and nothing would separate them. "Sooo, what do I win?" he asked, knowing full well what he was going to get. "How about this." Hermione said just before pressing her lips to his. The poured all the passion they had stored over the summer into that one, intoxicating kiss. Ron looked at the two in disgust. "Get a room you two." Little did they know someone else was watching them.
Tarin stood at the end of the alley, looking at his niece and her new boyfriend. "You would be proud, Sis. Your daughter has managed not only to become smart and happy despite her past, but she has found love that evil cannot taint. I was one day going to tell her of her past, and of you, but I can't bring myself to do it now. She's just too happy; knowing that she has a monster for a father would destroy her perfect little world, and could possibly damage her relationship with the Boy-Who-Lived, since that same monster took the lives of his parents 16 years ago. No Sis, I don't want to tell her, but I'm afraid I may have to. Tom has arisen again, and I'm afraid she may be the only one left with enough power to destroy him completely. But what I would do to her happiness... I don't want to think about it. She has always believed that her Harry would be the one to destroy Voldemort, but in irony she herself, daughter of the most powerful light and dark wizardlings of our time, is the only one who can stop her father. Tom..heaven forbid he ever find out that Hermione is right under his nose. Her would corrupt her and more than likely make her kill the one person she loves most. No, I have to tell her, before she finds out the hard way. Although it might do horrible damage to her life, it would be nothing compared to what would happen if Tom got ahold of her. As you told me before you died, she is our last hope.
Hermione left the boys a minute to go get something she had forgot outside when she caught sight of Tarin. She almost had a heart attack. "It's him, the man from my dream! I must be seeing things." She rubbed her eyes, and to her amazement, he was still there, looking at her. When it looked as if he had realized that she had noticed him, he turned to walk away. "Wait!" she yelled as she ran toward him. But at that moment he apparated.
"What's wrong, Mione?" Hermione turned to see Harry behind her. Apparently, he heard her scream and ran out to check on her. "Are you alright?" She smiled and kissed him lightly. "Yeah, I just thought I saw someone I knew." Harry wasn't fooled. "What's wrong, Herm? I will get it out of you one way or another." Hermione frowned in defeat.
She proceeded to tell him of her dream and of the man she thought she had just saw. Harry looked at her, more worried than ever. " Why didn't you tell me, Hermione? We need to see Dumbledore about this." " Oh Harry, I told you it's nothing. Just forget about it." Harry frowned. "Alright Mione, but if you have this dream again, we go straight to Dumbledore, understand?" Hermione kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Sure Harry."
"Not again. Why do I always have that dream? I thought only Harry dreamed of Voldemort." Hermione smiled at the thought of Harry. "Oh Harry, it's only been 3 months and it seems like 3 years." She thought happily of seeing her boyfriend tomorrow in Diagon Alley. They were finally able to admit their feelings for each other last year, with no small amount of help from Ginny and Ron. She spent every spare moment last year with him. Of course Victor wasn't too happy, but he realized that she in truth had loved Harry first, so he stood aside. She loved Harry more than anything in the world. But this dream bothered her. What did it mean? And how did she know that Voldemort had a child, if he even did. She knew she couldn't tell Harry; he would start to worry. Lord knows he doesn't need that after all he's been through. But this dream was driving her crazy; she had to tell somebody. She thought she might tell Ron or Dumbledore, but either way Harry would find out eventually. She thought about it until she was finally able to drift back to sleep.
The next day in Diagon Alley, Hermione was anxious to find Harry and Ron. Especially Harry. She found them gauking at a new broom, the Stardust 3000, in the window of one of the shops. She snuck up on her unsuspecting boyfriend and put her hands over his eyes. "Guess who." she said playfully. "Umm.. Hermione." he replied, turning around. Oh how he had longed to see that smile again. He had missed her more than anything else. It was funny when the Dursleys found out about them. "Ohhh no, you'd better not get blown up like your parents and expect Dudley to take care of your child!" Quite frankly, he didn't give a damn about what the Dursleys thought. He was with his Hermione, and nothing would separate them. "Sooo, what do I win?" he asked, knowing full well what he was going to get. "How about this." Hermione said just before pressing her lips to his. The poured all the passion they had stored over the summer into that one, intoxicating kiss. Ron looked at the two in disgust. "Get a room you two." Little did they know someone else was watching them.
Tarin stood at the end of the alley, looking at his niece and her new boyfriend. "You would be proud, Sis. Your daughter has managed not only to become smart and happy despite her past, but she has found love that evil cannot taint. I was one day going to tell her of her past, and of you, but I can't bring myself to do it now. She's just too happy; knowing that she has a monster for a father would destroy her perfect little world, and could possibly damage her relationship with the Boy-Who-Lived, since that same monster took the lives of his parents 16 years ago. No Sis, I don't want to tell her, but I'm afraid I may have to. Tom has arisen again, and I'm afraid she may be the only one left with enough power to destroy him completely. But what I would do to her happiness... I don't want to think about it. She has always believed that her Harry would be the one to destroy Voldemort, but in irony she herself, daughter of the most powerful light and dark wizardlings of our time, is the only one who can stop her father. Tom..heaven forbid he ever find out that Hermione is right under his nose. Her would corrupt her and more than likely make her kill the one person she loves most. No, I have to tell her, before she finds out the hard way. Although it might do horrible damage to her life, it would be nothing compared to what would happen if Tom got ahold of her. As you told me before you died, she is our last hope.
Hermione left the boys a minute to go get something she had forgot outside when she caught sight of Tarin. She almost had a heart attack. "It's him, the man from my dream! I must be seeing things." She rubbed her eyes, and to her amazement, he was still there, looking at her. When it looked as if he had realized that she had noticed him, he turned to walk away. "Wait!" she yelled as she ran toward him. But at that moment he apparated.
"What's wrong, Mione?" Hermione turned to see Harry behind her. Apparently, he heard her scream and ran out to check on her. "Are you alright?" She smiled and kissed him lightly. "Yeah, I just thought I saw someone I knew." Harry wasn't fooled. "What's wrong, Herm? I will get it out of you one way or another." Hermione frowned in defeat.
She proceeded to tell him of her dream and of the man she thought she had just saw. Harry looked at her, more worried than ever. " Why didn't you tell me, Hermione? We need to see Dumbledore about this." " Oh Harry, I told you it's nothing. Just forget about it." Harry frowned. "Alright Mione, but if you have this dream again, we go straight to Dumbledore, understand?" Hermione kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Sure Harry."