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Hermione laid in bed and stared at the bewitched ceiling. 'Why is everything so hard? Why did all of this have to happen?' She sighed and turned over, closing her eyes. She fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Then, at 1:00 AM, she awoke in a trance. Suddenly, she had an overwhelming urge to wreak havoc, just for fun. She got up and slowly walked towards the door, an evil grin spreading over her face. She crept into the boys' dormitories and took Harry's invisibility cloak. Wrapping it around herself, she went into the by the Hufflepuff common room. "Petrificus!" she whispered. The picture froze and she pushed it open. Once inside, she began. She sneaked into the boys dormitories and glanced at them, sleeping peacefully. She went to Justin Fitch-Fletchly's bed and pulled down his trousers. 'Good, he's wearing boxers.' She took his boxers off and followed suit for all the other boys. She then went to their trunks and took all their trousers out. She tip-toed down to the kitchen and put everything in the giant freezer. Pleased with her work, she returned to her room and fell promptly asleep.

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The next morning, she awoke to loud screams. "What the…?" she muttered. She had had an awful dream. She quickly recorded it into her notebook. She pulled herself out of bed and made her way down to the Great Hall. She sat next to Pansy and grumbled, "What the hell happened this morning?" Pansy sniggered.

"You mean you haven't heard?"

"No…tell me!"

"Someone went down to the Hufflepuff boys' dormitories and stole all their trousers and boxers, including the ones they had on. They still haven't found them." Hermione went pale. She felt an uneasy pang in her stomach. That was exactly like her dream. "Hermione…HERMIONE!" Pansy was saying.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I just wanna know who would do something like that."

"Don't worry," Pansy said dismissively. "Professor McGonagall found them all something to wear," she laughed, "Of course, they're all excused from classes."

The day went by slowly and Hermione couldn't forget about the prank. It was exactly like her dream. Anxious to go back to sleep, she skipped dinner and ran to her room. She brushed her teeth and changed into her pajamas. She jumped in bed and was immediately in dream land.

Then, like the night before, she awoke with a start at 1:00. She had another urge but for something deeper. She wanted blood. She edged into the boys' dormitory. She looked at Harry. His face, innocent and his hair, disheveled, brought anger to her. Her blood pulsed furiously and she knew exactly what to do. "Harry," she murmured, "so sweet, so innocent. The boy who lived." Her eyes hardened. "Say bye-bye…" She took the cool steel knife and nicked his scar. She watched the crimson blood drop to the floor. She nicked it again and another drop fell. Suddenly, she heard a crashing noise. "Damn. It must be Neville. Stupid boy," she said quietly. She went back to her room and was sound asleep within minutes.

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The next day, she awoke in a cold sweat. She had had another nightmare. This time, it was even worse. She shakily wrote down the details of her dream and hurried to the boys' dormitories. "HARRY! HARRY LET ME IN!" she shouted.

Harry sleepily made his way to the door. "Mmm?"

"Are you ok?" she asked, worried.

"'M fine, Hermione," he rubbed his scar.

"HARRY!" she shrieked, pointing to his hand.

"Whaaaaat?" he mumbled.

"Your scar- It's-It's bleeding!"

"What?" he said, more alert.

"Your scar, it's bleeding!" Hermione took in short breaths. "Oh my goodness. This can't be happening." She took off for Professor Dumbledore's office. "Licorice!" The door opened for her. "Professor Dumbledore! Professor Dumbledore!"

"Yes?" he looked up.

"I need your help. I've been having dreams, sir."

"What dreams?" he said, suddenly interested.

"I had a dream about the boys' Hufflepuff incident and Harry's scar bleeding. In my dreams, I was the one who did it. They both came true and I'm scared. What's going on Professor?"

Professor Dumbledore stopped writing abruptly. "Oh dear. It has begun."



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A/N: So? What do you think? Should I continue? R&R please! Also, thanks to ChibiFuuMalfoy, CedricDiggory, Sparkling Diamonds, and couch-potato for reviewing! Oh by the way, will someone please tell me what a mary-sue is?