He couldn't lift his eyes from his plate. He had been awoken that morning from pain ripping through him, even though it was only his scar that hurt. He felt it, make it's way through his veins like spider webs, with needles on the threads scraping his insides. Later that day his scar still had a twinge of pain, making his plate in front of him hazy around the edges. He was brought out of his thoughts by someone placing a hand on his shoulder.

"You should try and eat Harry."

Harry looked up and over. Hermione seemed happy. Of course she'd be happy, she didn't know what he had dreamt during the night. Their limp body's being torn apart - the green light that almost made him vomit - the three black, masked figures that were hovering over the familiar faces of Hermione's parents. He simply shook his head.

"No, thanks. I had a huge lunch last night."

"Is something wrong?"

There was an awkward moment of silence as Harry simply put a hand out and brushed a hair away from Hermione's face. Remembering her this happy. He reached down and took her hand, her soft, warm hand. Hermione tilted her head. All Harry could see was Hermione's face, tear streaked and filled with the pain he had known for years. A muffled grunt came from across the table as Ron watched with a mouth full of eggs.

"Harry?"

Harry snapped his head toward Ron before looking back at Hermione, seeing her eyes searching his face, her face not tear streaked but red and rosy. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it. She shouldn't be hearing this from him. His brilliant green eyes searched the room, it met with Draco's gray eyes. Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco before he turned towards the teachers table. He noticed right away that Snape had not attended, almost making the table look cheerful. As he searched the rest of the teachers, his eyes rested on Dumbledore. Dumbledore was looking back at Harry, there was no familiar twinkle like there usually was and his complexion was a little paler. Harry knew then that Dumbledore knew what Harry saw. He knew that Dumbledore was probably the first one, besides himself to know what happened. His nightmare was confirmed and he didn't want it, he held his breath as he tried to erase the picture from his mind.

Hermione squeezed Harry's hand; he forgot he still had a grip of it and he jumped slightly. He turned back to Hermione and forced his eyes not to show anything.

"You know, I think I will have a glass of milk, though."

Hermione poured him a glass of milk before studying his face. She looked back at Ron who was studying Harry as well. Harry kept his eyes into his glass. He knew that they knew something was going on, but he wasn't going to be the one to break the ice.

"Oh come on Harry. We know something isn't right, you've never acted this way before." Ron put his fork down on the table and leaned into the three.

"You aren't nervous about the quidditch game, are you?" Harry looked up at Ron and nodded. It was all he could do.

"First game of the season. Better yet, with the Slytherins who have booked the field for every day so far. We've barely had any flying time, mostly sitting in the common room going over moves."

Hermione just sighed. She turned away from the table and barely listened to the two boys jabber on about quidditch.

"Miss Granger."

There was a gentle voice behind her. She turned and looked up. The window behind him, blinding out his features but making his long white hair and beard and tall pointy hat stand out. The unmistakable form of Dumbledore. His folded his elderly hands together as he looked down at her over his half moon glasses. His blue eyes, genteel in nature. He pressed his lips together before speaking.

"May I have a word with you after breakfast in my office?"

"Yes, Professor." Hermione nodded. She turned back to the table after he had walked away and started thinking of what the headmaster would want with her.

'I turned in those library books…I went in to redo that quiz…what does he want.' She thought to herself. Ron looked at Hermione.

"I wouldn't worry about it. He probably just wants to ask you if you want to teach next years Defense class."

Harry chuckled. Ron smirked and looked back at Harry. Hermione probably could teach DADA classes. She read all the required books at least three, if not four times already. Hermione cracked a small smile and playfully glared at the boys. She knew they meant no harm and turned to Ron.

"And the first topic we'd study is Ron Weasley." She giggled as Ron's face turned red. Harry burst out into a light laughter. Hermione stood up.

"I should be going now. Dumbledore's expecting me." Ron just nodded and shoved more eggs into his mouth, Harry quickly looked at Hermione, knowing what was to come.

"Bye" Hermione said, looking at the two boys before gathering her book bag on her should and leaving the Great Hall. Harry looked back to Ron and placed his head in his hands.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Ron asked, sensing something other than Quidditch. Harry took a few deep breaths, as if he was in a dream and taking deep breaths were going to wake him. He looked at Ron, his eyes sad.

"I had a…I had a dream last night."

"Oh Harry, we all dream--" Harry cut him off.

"No Ron…not that kind of dream."

He watched Ron's eyes widen and could tell that the wheels were now working in his head.

"Oh no."

Harry nodded.

"Oh yes. And from what I saw, Hermione might want to be alone for a few days." Harry watched Ron's face twist up into confusion at what Harry was trying to tell him. Ron sat quietly as Harry quietly explained what he had seen. The world had seemed to pause. Time seemed to stand still as Ron was hearing one of the most heart breaking stories in his life. It was like explaining to a child there was no Santa.

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Hermione entered Dumbledore's office. Her eyes immediately went to the walls that were lined with books and pictures of previous headmasters and famous wizards. The candles which lined these shelves effortlessly lit the whole room, expressing a cheery atmosphere. It was comfortable. Along one wall, shelf upon shelf of interesting wizard toys. Hermione saw a pensive, a trophy that held a miniature snitch on top, it's wings fluttering about at random speeds and something that looked like a music box. Hermione stepped up and opened it, cautiously. A hologram of a child wizard with a pointy top black hat, holding a wand that emitted sparks and swirls of colors played along to a mystical children's tune. She smiled watching it. Dumbledore appeared next to Hermione and he smiled slightly.

"You've found my music box."

Hermione's hand pulled back quickly and she turned to face Dumbledore. He put a hand on her shoulder and lead her towards a chair. Hermione sat down. She folded her hands in her lap and watched as Dumbledore glided over to his chair. He sat and studied Hermione for a few seconds before he spoke.

"Miss Granger, what I am about to tell you may come as a shock."

Hermione stared, her brow furrowing into thoughts… 'a shock, on no…I failed my Divination class and now I'm going to be expelled.'

"There was an attack last night."

Hermione sighed a breath of relief but still had her brow furrowed.

"An…attack?"

Dumbledore nodded. He reached for The Daily Prophet and looked at the front page. He kept his eyes at the paper as he talked. His eyes seemed to look straight through the page, his voice was hallow.

"It is confirmed what is written in the papers." He looked up and continued speaking.

"Hermione, your parents were…killed." He hesitated on the last word as he handed the paper out to her. Hermione paused before taking it, her hands shaking as her eyes darted to the front page. The big, capitalized bold letters reaching out and catching her sight immediately.

ATTACK ON MUGGLES

Another attack in the Muggle world. A green dark mark hung high over the top of 52 Lanry Drive late last night. The mangled bodies of Mr. And Mrs. Granger were found, in their beds…dead. There were no traces of the killer and witnesses of the Death Mark have already been oblivated. They left behind a daughter, 15, a student of Hogwarts….

Her hands dropped the paper and she stared at it. She wished she had the Time-turner back as if she could go back in time and stop what had happened.

"No." Her hoarse voice cried.

"No no no…"

Dumbledore stood and walked over to Hermione, he placed a gentle hand on Hermione's shoulder. She closed her eyes. It was a dream and she would wake up. She opened her eyes and the headline reached out and smacked her once again. It wasn't a dream. It was far from a dream and it hurt.

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A/N TIME!!! Hey guys! Thanks everyone for reading! Remember, reviews are our best friends, Please R&R.

Andrian: Gabby: Thank you for your comment, we have fun writing detail…although Snape is the awesome one at it.

Snape: *grumbles*

Gabby: *waves a bowl of chocolate ice cream*

Snape: *takes it and runs away*

Corazon: Gabby: Glad you like the beginning chapters, here's another one for you!

Snape: *walks back out with ice cream in hand and a strange glint in his eye followed by a huge grin* Detail rocks! Rocks are hard…rocks hurt too…OOOOHHH, that part in CoS where Ron hits Lockhart over the head with--*

Gabby: *slaps a hand over Snape's mouth* Ssshh…Please excuse Snape, he gets hyped up on chocolate ice cream *pulls to next reviewer*

The wretched: Snape: *breaks free* NO NO NO, Tolkien is way better, but thanks for the compliment!

Gabby: uuumm…thanks! *grins* I haven't read any Tolkien, but Legolas Rocks! *winces* uh-oh.

Snape: ROCKS!