Her hands dripped with his blood, and tears came crawling down her cheeks. Voldemort had vanished into thin air after he attacked Harry and Ron.

Hermoine woke up with a start. Another dream. what bothered her the most was knowing that this nightmare was real. it was a flash back of the past. She glanced at her alarm clock. 3:37 AM. She knew she couldn't fall back asleep, so she grabbed her wand, which was right next to her clock, and decided to go out for a walk.
When she stepped out the door, she breathed in the cool night's air.
"Fresh air is exactly what I need now." She thought to herself.
Her footsteps echoed loudly on the paved road just outside her house. Since there was no traffic, every little noise she made could be heard through out the whole neighborhood. even her muffled sobs.
Reading Harry's journal had brought back all of the memories of their friendship. the silly arguments Ron and Hermoine had while Harry would try to make things better. She chuckled at the thought of Harry doing that.
She hadn't noticed that she had already reached the end of the neighborhood. When she snapped back into reality, she turned around and headed back to her house. She raised her wrist to look at her watch. 4:20 AM. Right under the time was the date. July 20th. The anniversary of Ron and Harry's death. Another tear slipped out of Hermoine's brown eyes.
When she slipped back under the covers of her bed, she turned her head to her nightstand next to her bed. The diary was lying wide open. it was on the last entry Harry had made. Hermoine was too scared to go back to sleep. She didn't want to end up dreaming about that date five years back. But as she slipped into a slight daze of sleep, the images of Ron and Harry came into view.

July 20th

Harry and Ron were sitting in The Burrow's kitchen. They had a game of Wizards Chess sprawled across the kitchen table. Mrs. Weasly was hustling around the kitchen, trying to make breakfast. The pots and pans lay heaped in the sink, washing themselves.
" I am glad I arrived this morning. Another day at the Dursleys' would have killed me. they wouldn't even let me write in my journal, so I had to do it early in the mornings."

"Man, that sucks! HA! Checkmate!" Ron bellowed. As Ron said that, the twins, George and Fred disapperated right in front of the table.
"MM. I smell bacon." Fred said, taking a long whiff into the air.
"I wish you wouldn't appear like that right in front of me." Ron said. "Where is Hermoine?" he added on.
"She is still sleeping. We should let her sleep late since she arrived early this morning. It was a long trip for her." Mrs. Weasly chimed.
"Well, we now have everyone here for the summer! Too bad Hermoine arrived late. she missed the opportunity to de-gnome the garden!" Harry said.
Later on that afternoon, Hermoine came out of the room she was sleeping in and went downstairs.
"Well, look who is up!" Harry exclaimed at the sight of Hermoine coming down the stairs. Her hair was a mess and her eyes showed the sleep.
"What are we doing today?" Hermoine asked.
"Well, later on this evening we are going to Diagon Ally to get the supplies for your upcoming school year." Mrs. Weasly said.

Hermoine woke up; her pillow was stained with tears. This was the third time she dreamt this. She woke up in time. any longer and she would have seen what happened at Diagon Ally that night. She refused to fall asleep. anyways; it was 6:00 AM. She went downstairs and fixed a cup of coffee. When she sat down at the kitchen table, she was greeted with a snowy white owl. Tied to its leg was the Daily Prophet.
"Snowy white owl. just like Hedwig." She grabbed the Daily Prophet and gave the owl the money. When she looked down at the news paper, she saw in bold letters-"Fifth anniversary of Harry Potter's Death, Read on for story." Just as she anticipated. Every year, they had a front-page article about what happened.
Hermoine glanced down at the article.
"Exactly five years ago to the day, Harry Potter and his friend were murdered by You-Know-Who. The witness of these crimes, Hermoine Granger, will not speak to the Daily Prophet about what happened that night. Although there was another witness who does wish to share that nights events with us. Draco Malfoy says a few words."
Hermoine stopped reading at that name. Draco. hatred coursed through her body. After a few minutes, she read on.
" Draco Says 'it was such a tragedy to see such a wonderful boy go down by the Dark Lord. As for Weasly. it was just a horrible death for such a good friend to die.'" After the Daily Prophet asked what happened that night, this is what Draco said. 'Well, I was out by the Florish and Blotts store in Diagon Ally. Harry Potter was sitting with Granger and Weasly on the bench right out the store. Then, all of the sudden.'"
Hermoine couldn't read anymore. She couldn't bear what was going to come next. But the Article called her name, and she continued on. reading her nightmares in her dreams and in real life.

** Find out what happened at Flourish and Blotts in the next chapter!