Dream of Me
A/N: Thank you for all of the reviews for the prologue, now it's on with the first chapter, and I hope that you all stick with my story and continue reading. I am writing it for ya'll! Luv ya'z!
-Chapter One-
"What will we do with you?"
Hermione sat in the kitchen, with the company of the Weasley family. A thick blanket wrapped tightly around her.
"It's probably just a cold dear," Mrs. Weasley had said soothingly. In the back of Hermione's head, she could feel it, she wanted to tell Mrs. Weasley, but every time she opened her mouth to speak, something always stopped her. She stared around at all the worried faces, everyone with the same grim expression, it almost looked as if they already knew what was going on inside of her.
"You'll be okay, 'Mione," Ron said, he forced a smile, but the steady look of uncertainty was still plainly on his face.
"You're to readable Ronald Weasley," Hermione's teeth clattered, and smiled slightly, raising her head so she could look into his eyes.
Ron stood stiffly and walked towards her, as soon as he got to her he hugged her tightly and sighed. "What are we going to do with you Hermione?"
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Harry stood in the middle of his large room; he stared up at the bare walls, and the bit of wallpaper being ripped from the ceiling. He had finally escaped the Dursley's and god it felt good. He grinned sheepishly and sat down on his single bed, still not taking his eyes off this paradise, almost afraid that it might disappear. His eyes trailed to the ceiling, which was smooth and so much more perfect then the one at the Dursley's. He lay down on his bed, still staring up dreamily, when he heard a knock at the door. He walked over to it lazily stretching, and looked into the eyehole. Seeing a very nervous Ron Weasley standing there. He opened it almost right away.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked his voice rising slightly.
"How did you know there was something wrong?"
"I am psychic you git, now get on with it!" Harry grinned and stepped aside to let Ron in.
"There is something seriously wrong with Hermione." Harry stared at him in shock, "What do you mean there's something wrong with Hermione?"
"Well, we found her, she looked beaten up pretty bad, and so we took her in, and let her sleep in Gin's room." Ron stuttered nervously, well Harry slipped on his leather jacket and retrieved his keys out of the pocket.
"Well, lets go then," Harry said quickly.
"That's not just it Harry, she had this…gash on her arm, and it's no ordinary gash." Harry turned to him, "Then what is it?" Ron gulped "It's in shape of a snake, with a V in the middle, its like a crest of some sort, and its not the crest of little faeries with pink slippers, it's the crest of evil."
"What? You think V-" Ron was already nodding vigoursly, "I don't just suspect, I am almost positive, and what's worse, is when we found her, she didn't have it."
"She didn't?" Harry asked surprised.
"Nope, she got it when she was asleep, Harry. Do you know what this means? She is being attacked in her dreams, and there is no way to stop him this time."
"What do you mean we can't stop him this time? We have all the others! We have to," Harry argued angrily.
Ron shook his head sadly, "There is no way of protecting Hermione's dreams, and she has to sleep, everyone has to."
"There's got to be something we can do," He protested.
"There is a way, or at least I think there is, I have read about this in one of Percy's dark arts books."
"So, what is it?"
"Hermione's true love, is the only one that can save her, from turning to the dark side, you see that mark symbolizes evil, and if I am correct, the evil that it took to make a mark like that is going to take Hermione's over. We have to face it, she isn't the same Hermione anymore."
Harry stood stunned 'Hermione's true love? He had no idea who that was, but he was going to find out.'
A/N: Hey, the end of chapter one, ya, it may be kind of short, but the next one will be longer!! I promise you that!! Thanks for reading, and please Review and tell me what you think of it so far!!