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Author's Note: Sorry guys I had a touch of writers block and then I started to write this but then I hated it. So when I finally started writing a portion I liked we had finals in school. I am so sorry! For the inconvenience I will be posting extra chapters for this story as I was originally thinking of ending it.
Hermione didn't know what to do. Harry was gone. He had left her. She couldn't help but think that maybe he was taken. But she didn't want to think that. She decided to hope for the best and look around outside.
As she walked back to the open window she noticed some light from the trees behind her house. She hoped, she prayed that it was Harry. She ran down the stairs as fast as she could and threw open the door in her frantic search for him.
She looked up at the sky for the moon to see if she had enough light to find her way. She noticed the weird color of the moon. When she was up closer to it the moon was beautiful. But now a haze had begun to settle around it. But the haze was not an ordinary one, it seemed to have gold sparkles in it. Almost like glitter. It was still beautiful but Hermione could not stand to look at it for a long period of time, and it seemed to give off a brighter glow.
Hermione walked closer to the trees and the moon seemed to get brighter. She stepped into the treeline. There was a path, but it was not clear. The trees were serving as a canopy to the path and the bushes seemed to be drawn to the path as well. The rocks, which she once knew where they all were, seemed scattered. The light of the moon shined through the leaves. But it was still not enough light. She stumbled down her path, trying to find Harry. That was all she could think of: Harry.
But then she heard something. It was a voice, but whose voice was it? She couldn't understand it. It was a different language of a sort. Not understanding she moved closer to it and decided to look further, and what she saw frightened her.
Standing in an opening that it had made for itself was a creature beyond this earth. It was entangled in barbed wire; it had a form of wings that were on fire. But they were not burning and falling to the ground as ash, they were just always burning. It was staring up through the hole in the canopy of trees and was chanting something in another language. She didn't know what to do so she ran back the way she came.
It must have heard her, for it too began to move but it need not run. It followed her. One minute she is ran, but the next minute she felt scorching flames but for a moment. After that they turn as cold as ice. She felt herself being pulled to the ground, or is going above it. She couldn't tell, it seemed as though both were happening at the same time.
She never once panicked, but the one thing she did was cry, tears of ice. Ice was what she felt. Then the force stopped pulling her and her tears of ice melted. Then she was thrown to the ground and the world kept spinning. She closed her eyes as tight as she could to try and make the spinning stop.
She opened her eyes again. But this time was amazed by what she saw, not afraid.
She was sitting on a broom in front of Harry, and she was flying with him.
"See 'Mione you can fly." he whispered. She couldn't understand, and Harry must have noticed she was sweating and he kissed her shoulder and said "Its ok, we can go down if it bothers you so much."
He took control of the broom and landed softly. She couldn't understand what was happening. Was she just dreaming? Was it just her fear? But it couldn't be. Because her fear wouldn't have relived that for her, or shown that to her. What was it she saw. Did it have anything to do with reality?
They got off the broom and Hermione automatically said "Lets go inside, it's getting late." with so much worry in her voice.
"Lets stay out a little bit longer, please?" Harry asked.
"No!" she said faster than she should have. Harry gave her a funny look. "What I meant was... maybe we could just go inside and go to bed." She forced a smile.
A little bit reluctantly Harry said " If you want to." and followed her inside the house. They walked up the stairs, hands held tightly together.
Hermione began to climb the stairs, after locking the doors, followed by Harry. The halls seemed darker to her but she couldn't understand why, and all the sudden she felt extremely tired. She could barely keep herself standing. She walked into Harry's bedroom and led him to the bed past the window. She crawled ungracefully onto the bed and he followed. She used all the energy she had left and kissed him once before she fell into a deep sleep.
Sorry for the wait! I really am sorry!
