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*Sorry I didnt update, but the stupid thing wouldnt let me upload for like a week and a half! Sorry!

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Snape awoke the next morning to a clash of thunder, and flashing lightening. It had been a while since he had seen such weather in the morning. He turned over and saw Hermione, laying there on her back. Her skin was pale, paler then yesterday. Snape prepared himself and sighed, closing his eyes. He brought his hand to her face. Ice cold. Snape swallowed, finding her cold wrist under the covers, and tried to find her pulse. There was no heartbeat, no pattern, no anything. Snape sat up, swinging his feet over the side of the bed, his head in his hands. Tears streamed down his soft cheeks as his sadness ingulfed him entirely. Snape threw his robe on, and he ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Snape ran though the school, and luckily no one was awake yet. He tripped over his own feet and slammed into the floor hard, head first. There was a loud crack as his head hit the stone, the sound of bone breaking. Snape didnt stir on the cold, solid floor.

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Hermione awoke, finding herself in the middle of a beach, the surf just barely reaching her toes. She blinked a few times, and looked around. There was no one, just her lying there on the soft, warm sand. She didnt feel weak at all; she felt perfectly healthy. How did I get here, and why do I feel so...good? Why arent I sick, and where is Severus, she thought to herself.

Hermione stood up, the feeling of the sand between her toes. A long, white dress was on her, tight at the top and when it got to her hips, flowing out around her legs. Her wild hair blew in the warm breeze, and she looked around with wide eyes. Where am I?

She saw a house right next to the beach, a light grey house with white shutters. There was a deck, and a sliding door. It looked like a nice little beach house, just the kind that Hermione always wanted when she got older. She thought she might go ask the residents if she could use their phone to call someone at Hogwarts, to let them know she was ok. But when she got to the front door around the other side of the house, it was wide open. She walked in, and there were rose petals all over the floor. Hermione smiled, and walked further into the house.

She walked into the kitchen, with its oak cabinets and granite countertops, just like shed always wanted in her future home. There was no phone anywhere. She ventured on, into the living room, and it looked like the one shed wanted too. How weird how everything in this place was exactly as shed wanted in a home of her own, but there was no phone. At this point, Hermione thought it was a dream, and a very realistic one at that.

She walked around the house, looking at all the things, and it made her smile. Out of all her dreams, she liked this one the best. Just then, she heard light footsteps walking into the room. She turned around, and standing before her was Lily Potter, in her adult form. She smiled warmly at Hermione, and Hermione smiled back. After all, this was a dream.

'Hello, Hermione. Do you like your home?' Lily asked. Hermione smiled brightly, and nodded.

'I do. This is such a good dream, I love it! Except I would like it is Severus were here,' Hermione said. Lily shook her head.

'This is not a dream, little one. You have passed on, and it may sound like too much at first, but believe me, its going to be fine,' Lily said, and Hermione nodded. All the memories of the previous days flooded into her mind, of her sickness, and of Severus. It all made sense to her now.

'When will I be able to see him again?' Hermione asked. At this point he was all she cared about.

'Very soon, my child, very soon,' Lily said, and she faded. Hermione sighed, and flopped down onto a tan leather chair in the den, and she looked out the huge bay window outside at the ocean. Severus, hurry.

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