Memorys of the Past, secrets revealed

Prologue: The dream

By Babmidnight

Author's Notes: This is my first HP fic. It's not my first fic but still first for this series. I think personally this is the fic I've started so I've got a lot of hope for this. Please don't flame, this is for my own enjoyment. I haven't read all the books yet. (as in the first four) and no one has seen the other ones yet so there is still room to work on.

Warning: there may be some out of character in the future, and maybe a scene or two may come close to rated R depending on how I write it. Otherwise my fics are usually Rated PG-13.

Disclaimers: Not mine, not even close. I can only borrow them. They are sole property of J.K.R.

Anything in \\\ text /// is a dream. 'text' These are the quotation marks in the dream instead of "text" in the normal bits of the story.

It was two days before the first term of Hogwarts was to begin. Hermione, anxiously anticipated the commencing of her sixth year, relishing in delight at the knowledge that she had been selected as a Prefect this year.

Hermione had another reason to look forward to school. She had spent the summer with her parents, plagued by dreams. Every night, Hermione had slept restlessly, experiencing dreams, that in the morning she couldn't remember, but aware of the fact that each dream was the same. She was certain that being in the comfort of her Gryffindor prefect room and common room, she would sleep well once again.

With that happy thought, she switched off her light, and settled beneath the covers of her bed.

\\\\\  'Ha ha ha ha ha ha, you can't get me….' playfully taunted a little girl on a green field to an equally young boy with blonde hair.

The two children played for a while longer, before being called in by a man with long hair with a beautiful lady standing next to him. The young girl's companion, ran up to the lady and jumped into her arms smiling gleefully.

The little girl took the lady's hand and walked inside with them, aware of the fact that her parents were awaiting her inside./////

Hermione woke up.

"Damn" she muttered, now fully awake. The dream always ended there, perhaps because there was no more to see, or because it was at that precise moment that she always jerked awake.

Far away, a boy with blonde hair and grey eyes also jolted awake, the green, silken bed sheets clinging to his skin. He, like her Hermione, was due to begin his sixth year at Hogwarts, had been chosen as a Prefect this year, and dreamt the same dream every night. Unknowingly, their movements at that moment were a mimic of each other. They both turned their heads to glance at the clock; both saw it was five am, sighed, knowing it was too early to get up, but that they would get no more rest. The boy rolled over again and shut his eyes, instructing himself to remain like that, forcing all thought from his mind, Hermione however lacked such control upon her mind, and lay awake, thinking.

 

"Hermione, get up sweetie, you need to get ready to go" called her mother, shaking her slightly. Hermione yawned, stretched and got up out of bed, surprised to find that she had obviously gotten back to sleep last night. She jumped in the shower and was soon was running down the stairs to her parents, the smell of freshly made pancakes greeting her nose. One of her favorite breakfast feasts. Once the breakfast had been consumed, they left for Diagon Alley to get her school books and supplies.

Hermione and her mother were shopping in a clothing store, looking for a new robe when her father came up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Your mother and I have a surprise for you Hermione" he said, holding up what he had in his hands for her to see.

The sight that greeted her was very pleasant, her father held in his hand a cage with a white ball of feathers and yellow eyes inside.

"Dad, you got me an owl?" Hermione asked with a big smile on her face.

"Your mother and I thought it would be a nice treat for you, especially after earning the position of a prefect".

His smile matched her bright smile.

"And besides now you'll have no excuse not to write to us more often".

He winked at her and ruffled her hair. Her mother elbowed him playfully in the ribs.

"Now stop that!" she admonished.

 "You'll embarrass her so much she won't want to be seen in public with us".

 She smiled at Hermione, who mocked,

"You mean I haven't reached that stage already?"

They all shared a laugh, and Hermione once again marveled at how blessed she was to have such a wonderful family.

'Take that Malfoy,' she thought. 'I'd rather have my muggle parents than a wizarding family any day of the week.' Hermione shook her head. 'Where on Earth did that come from? What do I care what Malfoy thinks.'

Her mother interrupted her thoughts here, "and now we'll get you a new robe for you to finish your last two years with."

Hermione felt her love for them overflow, oh, how she loved her family. 'If only everything would work out this way, like no restless nights of confusing dreams to wake me and cause lack of sleep' she thought wistfully.

Soon she had picked out a robe; red on the outside, with a mixture of blue and green silk lining the inside. The border of the robe was gold.

Later that night Hermione wished them "sweet dreams" and fell asleep. They spent the night at the Leaky Cauldron hotel. The next day Hermione would be off on the Hogwarts Express with her oldest and dearest friends Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter. Also on board would be her archenemy Draco Malfoy. But she chose not to dwell upon the latter, instead focusing dreamily on the prospect of seeing Harry and Ron again.