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Chapter 7: The Nightmare
Hermione was sitting on her makeshift bed in Ginny's room at the Burrow the morning they were to leave for Platform 9 ¾ which also happened to be her 15th birthday. She was shaking from head to toe and drenched in a cold sweat. Just moments before she had startled Ginny awake with a low, raspy voice, very unlike her usual one, screaming "NO!" and the upper half of her body springing up off the bed. She slowly lifted her hands from her chest, where her heart felt like it was going to burst through, to cover her face and wipe away the moister. "This was no ordinary dream," she thought to herself as she heard Ginny making her way over to her frightened friend.
"Hermione, are you alright?" Ginny questioned softly. She had never seen Hermione this scared and it was starting to make her nervous.
Hermione lowered her hands down into her lap where they were subconsciously twisting at the base of her nightshirt. When she turned her eyes onto the redhead sitting beside her she noticed the worry that was plastered on her face. Ginny, in turn, observed the fear in her bushy-haired friend's eyes. "I, uh, just had a bad dream."
"Are you sure that is all?" Ginny asked, not convinced in the slightest. "I have never seen you this upset before, you know you can tell me anything."
"It was nothing, Ginny," Hermione stated, agitation evident.
"Alright, I'll just go take my shower. The boys will be up soon," she said trying not to get in a fight. Ginny grabbed her change of clothes and made her way out of the room, closing the door behind her leaving Hermione alone to reflect upon the nightmare that was still so vivid in her mind.
The Nightmare: A hazy figure was standing before her in the Potions classroom at Hogwarts. It was a cold night and the dungeon was more damp than usual. No one else was around. Hermione's heart started to pound behind her ribs and her lips began to tremble. Fear was overtaking her. She reached in her robes for her wand as the figure came closer but her wand was missing. She noticed the figure of the man raise his left hand to show her what was clutched in his fingers and with a jolt she realized it was her wand. Her attention then moved to his right hand in which his wand was held and pointed directly at her chest. She began to back away, her head swiveling from side to side, frantically looking for some way out. Of course there were no windows, it was a dungeon, and the only door was behind the man, blocking her exit. Her hands were down, sliding over the desks on either side of her, for not only support but to guide her way along. Before she knew it she felt her back hit the wall and tears stream down her face. The figure muttered something under his breath and flicked his wrist. She could hear herself scream inside her own head and with that
She awoke.
"It was so real," she said aloud to herself, as she took deep, calming breaths. She sat on the bed picturing the figure in her mind. She knew it was a young man standing in front of her but he was all out of focus. She could not make out who he was No matter which direction she looked at him from or how close to her he moved. "This is so frustrating, and pointless," she thought. She ran her hand through her frizzy, uncombed tresses as she planted her feet firmly on the ground and made her way over to her trunk, which was beneath the open window. Her eyes locked on an envelope that was resting on top of the trunk that she was positive had not been there the previous night. "HERMIONE" was written on the front in block letters, a blatant attempt to disguise handwriting. She picked up the envelope and opened it carefully. What she read made her blood run cold and her eyes fill with tears.
I KNOW YOU HAD A DREAM ABOUT ME. THERE WILL BE MANY MORE, I ASSURE YOU. I WILL BE SEEING YOU AGAIN SOON WHEN YOU CAN'T WAKE UP TO ESCAPE ME!
She heard the door behind her open and Ginny stating, "The bathroom is all yours." Quickly she stuffed the parchment back into the envelope and into the book at the top of the pile in her trunk. She grabbed a change of clothes, wiped her hand over her eyes to erase the look of having cried, and made her way to the unoccupied bathroom.
She came to the conclusion, "There is no way I'm going to let this, person, scare me. I will not let him run my life," she thought to herself as she let the warm water pass over her tense body. The shower helped to clear her mind and she decided to keep the incident to herself. She never wanted anyone to think of her as being vulnerable. "Besides," she thought, "someone is probably just playing a joke on me and my imagination is just in overtime. What a great start to my birthday," she thought sarcastically.
Meanwhile, miles away, an owl was gliding into an open window and landing on the shoulder of his master. "You delivered my letter then," the young man asked. The howl hooted in reply and flew over to his perch. "Then it begins!"
Chapter 7: The Nightmare
Hermione was sitting on her makeshift bed in Ginny's room at the Burrow the morning they were to leave for Platform 9 ¾ which also happened to be her 15th birthday. She was shaking from head to toe and drenched in a cold sweat. Just moments before she had startled Ginny awake with a low, raspy voice, very unlike her usual one, screaming "NO!" and the upper half of her body springing up off the bed. She slowly lifted her hands from her chest, where her heart felt like it was going to burst through, to cover her face and wipe away the moister. "This was no ordinary dream," she thought to herself as she heard Ginny making her way over to her frightened friend.
"Hermione, are you alright?" Ginny questioned softly. She had never seen Hermione this scared and it was starting to make her nervous.
Hermione lowered her hands down into her lap where they were subconsciously twisting at the base of her nightshirt. When she turned her eyes onto the redhead sitting beside her she noticed the worry that was plastered on her face. Ginny, in turn, observed the fear in her bushy-haired friend's eyes. "I, uh, just had a bad dream."
"Are you sure that is all?" Ginny asked, not convinced in the slightest. "I have never seen you this upset before, you know you can tell me anything."
"It was nothing, Ginny," Hermione stated, agitation evident.
"Alright, I'll just go take my shower. The boys will be up soon," she said trying not to get in a fight. Ginny grabbed her change of clothes and made her way out of the room, closing the door behind her leaving Hermione alone to reflect upon the nightmare that was still so vivid in her mind.
The Nightmare: A hazy figure was standing before her in the Potions classroom at Hogwarts. It was a cold night and the dungeon was more damp than usual. No one else was around. Hermione's heart started to pound behind her ribs and her lips began to tremble. Fear was overtaking her. She reached in her robes for her wand as the figure came closer but her wand was missing. She noticed the figure of the man raise his left hand to show her what was clutched in his fingers and with a jolt she realized it was her wand. Her attention then moved to his right hand in which his wand was held and pointed directly at her chest. She began to back away, her head swiveling from side to side, frantically looking for some way out. Of course there were no windows, it was a dungeon, and the only door was behind the man, blocking her exit. Her hands were down, sliding over the desks on either side of her, for not only support but to guide her way along. Before she knew it she felt her back hit the wall and tears stream down her face. The figure muttered something under his breath and flicked his wrist. She could hear herself scream inside her own head and with that
She awoke.
"It was so real," she said aloud to herself, as she took deep, calming breaths. She sat on the bed picturing the figure in her mind. She knew it was a young man standing in front of her but he was all out of focus. She could not make out who he was No matter which direction she looked at him from or how close to her he moved. "This is so frustrating, and pointless," she thought. She ran her hand through her frizzy, uncombed tresses as she planted her feet firmly on the ground and made her way over to her trunk, which was beneath the open window. Her eyes locked on an envelope that was resting on top of the trunk that she was positive had not been there the previous night. "HERMIONE" was written on the front in block letters, a blatant attempt to disguise handwriting. She picked up the envelope and opened it carefully. What she read made her blood run cold and her eyes fill with tears.
I KNOW YOU HAD A DREAM ABOUT ME. THERE WILL BE MANY MORE, I ASSURE YOU. I WILL BE SEEING YOU AGAIN SOON WHEN YOU CAN'T WAKE UP TO ESCAPE ME!
She heard the door behind her open and Ginny stating, "The bathroom is all yours." Quickly she stuffed the parchment back into the envelope and into the book at the top of the pile in her trunk. She grabbed a change of clothes, wiped her hand over her eyes to erase the look of having cried, and made her way to the unoccupied bathroom.
She came to the conclusion, "There is no way I'm going to let this, person, scare me. I will not let him run my life," she thought to herself as she let the warm water pass over her tense body. The shower helped to clear her mind and she decided to keep the incident to herself. She never wanted anyone to think of her as being vulnerable. "Besides," she thought, "someone is probably just playing a joke on me and my imagination is just in overtime. What a great start to my birthday," she thought sarcastically.
Meanwhile, miles away, an owl was gliding into an open window and landing on the shoulder of his master. "You delivered my letter then," the young man asked. The howl hooted in reply and flew over to his perch. "Then it begins!"
