Dream of Me
A/N: Hey, I felt bad because my last chapter sucked and was extremely short! I can't live with myself when I do that! L Well, I hope this chapter gets me back into all of you people's good books!
-Chapter Five-
"It's Just a Game"
Hermione cringed when she felt the warm sunlight on her pale face, she opened her eyes slowly and for a moment she forgot about everything. She stared around the small and cramped room and her memory came back to her. She grit her teeth when she was the picture in pieces all over the floor.
"Why me?" Hermione groaned as she stretched her cramped body and sat up.
She squinted her eyes and peered out the window, it must have been raining last night, because drops of pearly water glistened on the trees and grass, making the scene look magical. She rested her head on the window ceil, smiling slightly and looking out across the fields that the Burrow was located on. She closed her eyes and sighed dreamily when she felt a warm breeze coming from the window. 'Today is perfect, nothing can go wrong' Hermione thought, she inhaled deeply, opened her eyes and took one last look, stretched and then left for breakfast.
When she walked into the kitchen, have expecting to hear the sizzling of bacon, and smell the sweetness of the potato's she usually cut up, it was abandoned, no food, no usual chatter, just emptiness, she felt alone, completely alone. She closed her eyes, willing it to all be a dream, counting to ten before opening them again, but the same feeling was still booming in her heart. 'Your better off without those poor excuses for wizards' hissed a voice. This time it wasn't just in her mind, her head shot in the direction of the voice, and she grimaced when she felt the dark mark on her arm burn and make her scream. She felt someone touch her, but the usual warmth from a person's fingertip wasn't there, just the coldness of death and hatred. 'This is what you really are Hermione.' Hermione looked in the direction of the voice again, this time seeing a ghostly white figure standing in the slanted doorway of the kitchen. Hermione gasped, catching her breath in her throat.
"This…can't be right…you're…me?" Hermione blinked back tears of confusion.
The figure nodded, and glided towards her. Hermione fell to her knees and held her head in her hands. "You can't be me, you're not me!" Hermione looked up, eyes welling with a fire that was steadily growing, "I am better then that," but the voice that came out of Hermione's mouth wasn't her own, but a haunting and evil one.
"I am you Hermione, you are destined to become just like this," the person signalled to her body, wearing ragged clothes, body lifeless, voice…emotionless.
"I can't be destined to be anything like you," Hermione snapped, trying to fight the burning sensation that was slowly spreading through her, it said yes, but her heart said no. She focused as hard as she could, trying to fight it, but it was like fighting a part of her…it was impossible.
"I will never be like you," Hermione managed to whisper before collapsing on the tiled floor, and before everything went black.
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Harry sat up in his bed, heart thumping, and chest rising and falling. He panted looking around the room, he yelped in pain when the lighting shaped scar on his head burned. He closed his eyes tightly, and lifted his hands to his head, his head throbbed with pain and the first thing he thought was 'Voldermort.' Harry's eyes shone with fear when the next thing popped into his head, 'Hermione.'
He pounded on the door of the Weasley household. Yelling for someone to open up. He rummaged around in his coat pocket pulling out his wand, muttering an unlocking charm under his breath. The doorknob turned and creaked open slightly. Harry walked in cautiously looking from side to side; fear was his only companion this time, no Ron…and no Hermione. His breath was mangled with fear and with the hope that Hermione would still be okay.
"Hello?" Harry shouted, he waited a minute, intently listening for some sign of life. His heart leaped when he heard a moan coming from the kitchen. His footsteps thumped each time he took a step, he felt as if he was being pulled downward, right into the belly of the house. "Hermione?" Harry's voice echoed. Again, nothing but a moan. Harry gripped his wand tightly, his fingers pressing into the fine smooth wood. 'What if it's a trap?' Harry was going to have to take that chance. He flew into the kitchen, only to find Hermione lying on the ground, her hand clamped firmly around the scar on her arm, as she moaned in pain.
"Hermione!" Harry gasped, he dropped to his knees trying to shake her awake.
She fell silent, her body shook rapidly, and her eyes flew open, revealing eyes that were not hers. "Hermione?" Harry slowly took his hands away. He took a step back, as she rose from the ground, her eyes burned with hatred just at the sight of him. She hissed with pleasure when she saw the fear flash in his emerald green eyes.
"What's wrong Potter? Afraid of your little girlfriend?" the voice came out of Hermione's mouth, but it was mocking and emotionless. He clenched his teeth, his hands gripping his want even tighter. Hermione had already whipped her wand out, muttering a curse under her breath, a beam of ghostly green shot out of the tip, straight towards Harry's heart. Harry felt pain shoot through his limbs, making everything go numb, he let out a mangled moan, and fell to the floor. He stared up at Hermione's sneering face; he only had one last chance. He took it.
"I love you Hermione," Harry's eyes felt heavy, and he laid his head against the cold floor, afraid that he would never open his eyes again, but not being able to stop it, everything went black.
A/N: I hope this is long enough, I couldn't write much more, I am so tired, I was up all night thinking about how to write this chapter :yawn: well, I hope you all enjoy it, please review if you have any questions or comments, :falls asleep: