Hermoine woke up with a start. Bolting upright in her Head Girl's room,
the seventh year took a moment to calm her breathing.
"What the HELL was that?" She panted to herself, the panic caused by the dream still evident.
Hermoine had never experienced such intensity in her sleep before. The dream felt real, too real. If she didn't know it was not possible, she would have believed it to be a memory, or even a recent event. But she did not remember going anywhere in a pickup truck, or with Professor Snape for that matter. And who was the third person? She didn't recognize him. All in all, it was a very nerve wrecking way to begin her final year at Hogwarts.
Taking a glance at the time, she saw that she still had a half hour until breakfast. Seeing as she was not going to be getting anymore sleep, she may as well get ready. When she arrived to the Great Hall, there were few students, and she began to read her History book, and her mind began to drift. The need to analyze the dream was too much.
Before she even realized it, Ron and Harry had arrived for breakfast and were waving their hands in front of her face to get her attention. Being jolted out of her thoughts, she glared at them both.
"So where were you, sunshine?" Ron asked.
Hermoine took a breath and replied, "nowhere of importance."
The rest of breakfast flew by, and soon the trio was on their way down to their History of Magic class. Professor Binns had since decided to retire, and the class was taken over by a plump, young witch named Nicole Casture with a kindly face and a strict, but reasonable demeanor. History with her seemed to come alive, no offence to the ghostly Professor Binns.
After a brief overview of the battle of Getsight, the class began a discussion on the causes of the battle, and how it could have been prevented or shortened. During the discussion, Professor Casture also introduced some new material, not found in the text, about some of the beliefs of the battle that were not found to be significant, or to be fact. The one thing that struck a chord in Hermoine's mind was that there were dreams before hand that the dreamer had remembered with perfect clarity and perfect intensity. Events followed shortly after, some of them were exact replicas of the dreams. Harry was able to add some very compelling insight into that area. Hermoine, however, became distracted with the unwelcome thought that her dream could be exactly what they were talking about. What if she had a prediction? What if in the near future, she actually is in a pickup truck with Professor Snape? What if there is an attack? She didn't want to think about actually living through this. It nearly made her heart stop.
When class ended, Harry and Ron found Hermoine very interested in the wall. For the second time that day, they had to shake her loose from her daydreaming.
"Are you ok? Anything you need to talk about?" Harry asked. It was funny that it was usually the other way around. Usually her asking him the exact same questions, in the exact same tone of voice.
"It's nothing. Really. I think I just didn't get enough sleep is all." Hermoine found her near repeating his reply to her questions. She wasn't sure of what to make of the dreams. Perhaps she could discuss them later with Professor Casture. She packed up her books, and left for her Arithmacy class, while the boys headed for Divination.
Concentrating on her work, her mind was sufficiently distracted to make it through class without another thought of that dream. It wasn't until she entered the common room, and Harry approached her that she was reminded of how it affected her.
"Hermoine. Can I talk to you?"
"Sure Harry. About what?" She replied.
"Privately. Meet me in the astronomy tower 10 minutes before curfew. I don't even want Ron there. There is something I need to ask you." Harry said. There was a look of worry in his eyes. She could do nothing but agree.
"10 minutes before curfew, than." And with that, she left the common room for her own, and began her studying until dinner.
"What the HELL was that?" She panted to herself, the panic caused by the dream still evident.
Hermoine had never experienced such intensity in her sleep before. The dream felt real, too real. If she didn't know it was not possible, she would have believed it to be a memory, or even a recent event. But she did not remember going anywhere in a pickup truck, or with Professor Snape for that matter. And who was the third person? She didn't recognize him. All in all, it was a very nerve wrecking way to begin her final year at Hogwarts.
Taking a glance at the time, she saw that she still had a half hour until breakfast. Seeing as she was not going to be getting anymore sleep, she may as well get ready. When she arrived to the Great Hall, there were few students, and she began to read her History book, and her mind began to drift. The need to analyze the dream was too much.
Before she even realized it, Ron and Harry had arrived for breakfast and were waving their hands in front of her face to get her attention. Being jolted out of her thoughts, she glared at them both.
"So where were you, sunshine?" Ron asked.
Hermoine took a breath and replied, "nowhere of importance."
The rest of breakfast flew by, and soon the trio was on their way down to their History of Magic class. Professor Binns had since decided to retire, and the class was taken over by a plump, young witch named Nicole Casture with a kindly face and a strict, but reasonable demeanor. History with her seemed to come alive, no offence to the ghostly Professor Binns.
After a brief overview of the battle of Getsight, the class began a discussion on the causes of the battle, and how it could have been prevented or shortened. During the discussion, Professor Casture also introduced some new material, not found in the text, about some of the beliefs of the battle that were not found to be significant, or to be fact. The one thing that struck a chord in Hermoine's mind was that there were dreams before hand that the dreamer had remembered with perfect clarity and perfect intensity. Events followed shortly after, some of them were exact replicas of the dreams. Harry was able to add some very compelling insight into that area. Hermoine, however, became distracted with the unwelcome thought that her dream could be exactly what they were talking about. What if she had a prediction? What if in the near future, she actually is in a pickup truck with Professor Snape? What if there is an attack? She didn't want to think about actually living through this. It nearly made her heart stop.
When class ended, Harry and Ron found Hermoine very interested in the wall. For the second time that day, they had to shake her loose from her daydreaming.
"Are you ok? Anything you need to talk about?" Harry asked. It was funny that it was usually the other way around. Usually her asking him the exact same questions, in the exact same tone of voice.
"It's nothing. Really. I think I just didn't get enough sleep is all." Hermoine found her near repeating his reply to her questions. She wasn't sure of what to make of the dreams. Perhaps she could discuss them later with Professor Casture. She packed up her books, and left for her Arithmacy class, while the boys headed for Divination.
Concentrating on her work, her mind was sufficiently distracted to make it through class without another thought of that dream. It wasn't until she entered the common room, and Harry approached her that she was reminded of how it affected her.
"Hermoine. Can I talk to you?"
"Sure Harry. About what?" She replied.
"Privately. Meet me in the astronomy tower 10 minutes before curfew. I don't even want Ron there. There is something I need to ask you." Harry said. There was a look of worry in his eyes. She could do nothing but agree.
"10 minutes before curfew, than." And with that, she left the common room for her own, and began her studying until dinner.