Hermione's Twist Of Fate
By: AtraMathew6
Chapter Two

"You are now alone, the way it was meant to be..." Said the familiar voice. Hermione was next to

the Great Lake, staring out at the waters... The cold night air began to chill her. The thought of being

alone chilled her even more.

"Go ahead... Swim, you know that you must..." Said the voice again, this time a bit more

demanding.

Hermione couldn't help it, the voice was so convincing. She took off her robe, shoes, and

socks. She walked slowly next to the water's edge. Colder than the air, but so appealing...

She dived in, she swam deeper and deeper into the water, her brown bushy hair floating all

around her head.

"Now, this is the choice you have... Harry Potter, or the other one..." The voice stated as she

swam even further. She saw Harry swimming at the bottom, near the very bottom of the depths, and

then looked at the (closer) surface of water, there was a figure she didn't quite recognize.

She swam further, oxygen was getting lower and lower, and her wand was inside of her robe, the

air bubbles around her face kept getting in her way, she must get to Harry. She felt her lungs depleting,

she would die in here, before she even met up with Harry. She couldn't feel her legs, she slowly

floated to the surface, losing control of herself.

And woke up.

Hermione opened her eyes, she looked around her surroundings; She was in the Hospital Wing.

Harry walked in, Madam Pomfrey was leading him.

"What is it Hermione?" Asked Harry.

"What do you mean?" Responded Hermione, she looked over Madam Pomfrey who just about

to cut in.

"Well, dear, you kept calling for him in your sleep, I hoped bringing him here would help you."

Said Pomfrey as she began to find some medication for her to take.

Her dream was odd, almost frightening, being alone like that, no wonder she called for Harry, he

of all people made her feel safest when around someone, even more than her own parents, then again,

they are dentists.

"Harry, it's OK, you can go back to sleep, I'm fine, really..." Harry looked puzzled at her, as if

she were nuts.

"What?" Asked Hermione plainly.

"Ummm... Sorry to tell you this dear, but... You have been asleep for hours, it is nearly dinner."

Hermione stared at her. She had been asleep for hours.

Hermione immediately started to weep. This was just to much for her to take. The voice, figure,

mist, the dream, all horrifying. Madam Pomfrey then went out of the room for a sec.

Harry laid his hand on hers, she smiled at him, trying to not embarrass herself. She try to make it

go away, she tried. She laid her head on her pillow, trying to keep her scrunched up face from Harry's

range of view.

"It's just a few hours Hermione..." He said sweetly. Rubbing his thumb gently on her palm. She

decided to tell him. She got herself up and straightened her back.

"Harry, yesterday, there were these voices, telling me to stay away from you... Then this mist

appeared and followed me around, and the figure too, then, I had a dream wher-where.. I was all

alone...

Oh, Harry.." She burst out again. Her tears flowing off her cheeks and onto the bed.

Harry gently brushed the tears away. She managed a weak smile.

"I'm sure we'll find out what all this means, perhaps Dumbledore can help us?" He added

reassuring her.

Madam Pomfrey got back in with some glass full of a pinkish liquid.

"Now then, drink this and sleep, you certainly look like you need more of it! Well then, off you

go Harry, I think we can handle it from here."

Harry left the room, waving goodbye.

Hermione became dazed as she drank the medication, she felt funny, then collapsed on the bed.

She slept until later that night, not that long, she might as well go to her dormitory, she alerted Madam

Pomfrey and scurried off.

She crept through the halls, not a single voice, bliss.

Ms. Granger finally arrived at the common room, after muttering the password to the painting

(Magus Draconis).

"Oh yup, that's right!" Shouted the fat lady. Hermione walked in, a tad sleepy and sat near the

fireplace to keep warm for a bit, it was chilly outside.

"Glad to see your feeling better..." Said Harry as he sat next to her on the couch, placing his

hand on hers.

"Thanks, did you talk to Dumbledore?" She asked wondering, she wanted to get this mystery

solved.

"No, sorry, Ron and I were... Ummm... Busy." Said Harry. Hermione gazed at him.

"Ok, we'll talk to him in the morning..." Responded her as she leaned over a little bit on his

shoulder. He blushed.

"Sweet dreams..." She muttered to him, as she finally picked herself up and left for her

dormitory.

She crept into bed, everyone else was asleep, she sat up and pondered her future with Harry,

and the future with the voices, as the voice suddenly sounded again. Horrifying.