"Hermione! Hermione! NOOOOOOO, HERMIONE, NO!"
Harry woke up, shaking and sweating. He fumbled for his glasses, and put them on. He sat bolt upright. He stared around the room.
All was quiet. It had just been a nasty dream. A nightmare, that was all.
Still shaking, Harry and set his mind back to the scene last night. Ron had looked so troubled.
"Harry," he had said, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Harry, Hermione is powerful. Really powerful."
"I know that."
"No, I mean she has a terrible power that she can't control sometimes. She has black outs, visions. She can move things with her mind. She blanks out, does things, and then can't remember them."
Harry looked at Ron, wondering what he was on.
"Uh, Ron, Hermione is-well, was, my best friend. I'd know if something was wrong."
Ron shook his head.
"No, Harry, don't you see? Hermione has always been like this, from the moment we met her. We just never noticed, never saw what she'd got."
Ron trailed off, shuddering.
"Harry," he said, his voiced dropping to a whisper, "Hermione is powerful. More powerful than either you or I could possibly imagine. It's important that you stay away from her!"
Harry frowned, then grinned. He looked at Ron with a smile.
"Ron, that's not going to work. I know you want her, and now that I've got her, you're jealous. Sorry. That isn't going to work. Hermione and I are staying together."
He had left Ron alone there, and gone up to sleep.
But that night he had a terrible dream, the worst he'd ever had. It was of Hermione standing in the Great Hall, everyone dead around her. Students and teachers alike, all dead.
Then Harry had woken up.
Now he looked around him. Neville, Seamus, Dean and Ron were all sleeping peacefully.
Harry lay back, beginning to calm down. It was just a dream. That was all. Just a scary dream. Nothing to worry about.
Okay, please review! I need to know whether this story is so crap I should stop, or whether it actually has some potential, and I should keep going. R&R!!
Harry woke up, shaking and sweating. He fumbled for his glasses, and put them on. He sat bolt upright. He stared around the room.
All was quiet. It had just been a nasty dream. A nightmare, that was all.
Still shaking, Harry and set his mind back to the scene last night. Ron had looked so troubled.
"Harry," he had said, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Harry, Hermione is powerful. Really powerful."
"I know that."
"No, I mean she has a terrible power that she can't control sometimes. She has black outs, visions. She can move things with her mind. She blanks out, does things, and then can't remember them."
Harry looked at Ron, wondering what he was on.
"Uh, Ron, Hermione is-well, was, my best friend. I'd know if something was wrong."
Ron shook his head.
"No, Harry, don't you see? Hermione has always been like this, from the moment we met her. We just never noticed, never saw what she'd got."
Ron trailed off, shuddering.
"Harry," he said, his voiced dropping to a whisper, "Hermione is powerful. More powerful than either you or I could possibly imagine. It's important that you stay away from her!"
Harry frowned, then grinned. He looked at Ron with a smile.
"Ron, that's not going to work. I know you want her, and now that I've got her, you're jealous. Sorry. That isn't going to work. Hermione and I are staying together."
He had left Ron alone there, and gone up to sleep.
But that night he had a terrible dream, the worst he'd ever had. It was of Hermione standing in the Great Hall, everyone dead around her. Students and teachers alike, all dead.
Then Harry had woken up.
Now he looked around him. Neville, Seamus, Dean and Ron were all sleeping peacefully.
Harry lay back, beginning to calm down. It was just a dream. That was all. Just a scary dream. Nothing to worry about.
Okay, please review! I need to know whether this story is so crap I should stop, or whether it actually has some potential, and I should keep going. R&R!!
