Title: Nightmares
Summary: Frightened awake from a terrible dream, Hermione can't fall asleep again, so she goes for some hot chocolate in the Great Hall and recieves from advice on life from a wisened professor.
A/N: This is a one time thing. If I get good reviews, and if the story works with it, I'll add a couple more chapters. And please read and review my other stories. I would love you forever and ever until the day I die!!!! Okay, with that said, enjoy the story!!
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Hermione shot up in her bed, clutching her sheets tightly. She looked around her dormitory, listening into the darkness, but only hearing her room mates quiet breathing. She sighed with relief and leaned back onto her bed. What a horrible dream it had been. It started out with her, Ron and Harry in the common room, having a good time. Then out of the fire came Voldemort who grabbed her and dragged her back into a dark room. A single light shone onto two boys, who were Harry and Ron, pale faces and heads on their chest. Hermione screamed as she saw that they were dead. She started to run to them, but she never got futher than the place she was standing. She heard a cold, peircing laugh behind her and the dream ended.
So there she sat in her bed thinking over the dream. Could come true? What if it happened? Then what would she do? She shook her head slightly. Nonsense it was. Thinking of something like that was insane. It just couldn't happen.
Hermione pulled back the covers to her bed, grabbed her robe and tip-toed to the door, not wanting to wake her fellow 6th year Gryffindors. She closed the door quietly behind her, tip-toed down the stairs(watching out for the squeaky step at the bottom) and over to the portrait. She pushed it open, just enough so she could slip through, put on her robe and stepped out into the corridor.
An eerie light was cast by the moon and torchs that hung on the wall. Hermione felt scared again by the cold of the corridor and began to walk down towards the Great Hall.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Hermione jumped slightly in the air, her heart skipping a few beats and she turned around to see the Fat Lady looking very stern in what Hermione could see from the light.
"To the Great Hall...for a cup of hot chocolate." Hermione answered, her body still shaking from the fright the Fat Lady had given her.
"At this hour?" snapped the Fat Lady.
"Yes. I can't sleep and hot chocolate always helps me get to bed when I am...not tired." Hermione was about to say frightened, but then she thought better of it. What if the Fat Lady asked questions? That wouldn't be good.
"Well, try to be back soon. I don't want to be fast asleep when you come running to the tower full of sugar and caffeine," the Fat Lady mumbled. "How you can fall asleep, I do not know..."
Hermione smiled and turned back towards the Great Hall. Her footsteps echoed off the walls as the Fat Lady's mumbling faded away. Hermione's nerves rose as she walked down the empty corridors. She jumped at every small sound and almost screamed when she saw Mrs. Norris peering around the corner with her yellow eyes. She began to wonder if she should have stayed at the tower, lighted a fire in the common room and read a book to calm her down. But she had read every book she owned and all the ones in the library(except of the Restricted Section of course). There was no turning back now. Just keep walking.
Finally, Hermione had reached the Great Hall. She pushed the door open, glad to be in the warmth and very brightly light Great Hall. She sat down at the end of the Gryffindor table. A small house-elf she had never seen before rushed over and smiled at her with his bright blue eyes.
"My name is Tikky! How can Tikky help you, young lady?" said Tikky happily. Hermione smiled at him gratefully. Seeing his cheery face warmed her up inside.
"My name is Hermione. Hot chocolate would be nice." Hermione said nicely. Tikky nodded, his ears flapping against his head.
"Of course! Tikky can that for Miss Hermione." Tikky ran off, bouncing up and down as he stepped.
Hermione sighed, rubbed her eyes and yawned. It was probably about midnight and she wasn't used to waking up like this. She yawned again and rested her hands and head on the table, closing her eyes.
"Don't fall asleep here, Miss Granger."
Hermione jumped at the voice, let out a small cry and looked up to see Professor Dumbledore, smiling and looking down at her over his half-moon glasses with his brillant blue eyes, which twinkled feverishly. He wore a long navy blue robe with gold trimming and stars, along with a matching night cap.
"P-Professor Dumbledore," croaked Hermione. "I never...uh...well..."
"Sorry if I frightened you, Miss Granger." Dumbledore said earnestly. Hermione noticed he was holding a steaming mug in his hands. "May I sit down?"
Hermione nodded and watched Dumbledore sit down and sigh deeply. He took a sip from his steaming mug and turned to face Hermione. "May I ask why you aren't in your dormitory fast asleep?"
Hermione laughed a bit. "Well, Professor, that's just it. I can't sleep."
"I the same." He smiled at Hermione. "Some nights it's like I don't have any eyes and therefore they don't need to close and let me rest."
Hermione laughed. "Yes, it does seem like that." Hermione's smile faded as quickly as it came.
"Is there something on your mind, Miss Granger?" Dumbledore asked quietly.
Hermione looked to the professor, wanting to tell him about the dream of Harry and Ron. About her constant worrying of Voldemort back in power and Harry going off to fight again. To tell him that she misses Sirius and how she sometimes hears Harry crying when she stays up late. How she loved Ron, but he didn't know, and just wanted him to know and be safe.
Just as she was going to answer, Tikky came with her hot chocolate. Hermione thanked Merlin she had an excuse to not answer Dumbledore's question quickly.
"Thank-you." Hermione said, grabbing the mug into her hands and taking a long drink.
"Tikky's pleasure, miss." The little house-elf bounced off again, humming a very peculiar tune.
"Ah, you have met the new house-elf?" Dumbledore inquired.
Hermione stopped drinking and took a deep breath and smiled. "Yes, I have."
Dumbledore chuckled. "A very energetic house-elf, he is. I haven't seen a house-elf that happy since Dobby."
Hermione's smiled faded once again. Dobby had passed away after Winky had ran away at the end of their 6th year. It had been really sad for Hermione, Ron and Harry. Ron even cried a bit when Dumbledore buried Dobby by Hagrid's hut the cold morning after Dobby had passed away.
"Yes. I haven't either." Hermione's voice cracked. "But it hasn't been that long."
"No, but I have been seeing these house-elfs all summer." Dumbledore took another sip from his mug. "Well, about my question."
Hermione's stomach plummeted. "No professor, there isn't anything on my mind."
"One cannot be helped if no one else knows what is wrong, Miss Granger."
Hermione looked to Professor Dumbledore, who smiled at her sending his blue eyes twinkling madly. Hermione had an idea that maybe, just maybe, Dumbledore knew that something was on her mind. Alot on her mind.
"Yes, I know that professor." Hermione said quickly, still looking at him.
"Then tell me, what is wrong?"
"How do you know something is wrong?"
"Miss Granger, I can always tell if something is wrong. You have become very pale lately and your know high marks have dropped a fair bit. Professor McGonagall and the other professors, including Professor Snape, are worried about you. They know you can go very far with your studies, but know you seem not to care." Dumbledore's eyes stopped twinkling and they just stayed plain baby blue. "I know you care about your marks, Miss Granger. What is wrong?"
Hermione knew she was beat. Her marks had been dropping a fair amount since the beginning of the year. She had been worrying to much about her best friends that she had forgetten about her marks. She was loosing sleep from trying to get her homework done, but she never got finished in time.
"There is alot wrong, professor. I guess I should start from the beginning." She took another drink of hot chocolate and began, staring at her hands. "During the summer Harry wrote to me, telling me he still missed Sirius and how he was afraid to face Voldemort again. He doesn't want to and I don't want want him to either. But he inists that he has too, because who else will? I tried to think that Voldemort wasn't back and Harry wouldn't have to go fight and Ron, Harry and I could spend our last year here in peace and just have fun like everyone else.
"Then school started again and then everything got worse. Voldemort was coming closer and I started to worry for Harry and Ron even more. Oh, about Ron. I started to like him this year, more than a friend. It just got worse and worse. Harry began gathering information about Voldemort from books and the Daily Prophet. Then the attacks started. Harry and Ron stopped working on their schooling to figure out plans and put together the peices so they could stop Voldemort once again. I tried to get them back on track, but soon I was off track. I stopped working, worrying about the safety of Ron and Harry and I lost sleep trying to do all my homework, which it never got finished.
"Then Ron and Harry started to leave the school every night. They told me never to tell and not to worry, and promised they would be back. And they did. I never told anyone, but I was so worried that one night I broke down in the common room right before they left. They stayed that night, but I knew they were mad at me. They never talked to me for a week and that caused me to never sleep. What if something happened to them and I never got to say good-bye? After a week, they forgave me. They said they acted stupid and they knew it wasn't my fault." Hermione laughed a bit, her throat burning from the tears that were know falling down her face. "But still they left every night. I tried to sleep in the common room, waiting for them to return, but I just ended up at the library, reading the entire thing. One night I watched them run across the grounds and into the Forbbidden Forest. I knew they were in danger for running in there every night. They would be killed if they didn't stop. So I confronted them. That was a month ago. And still they're not talking to me. I guess that's it." Hermione smiled and flung in her head into her arms, knocking over her hot chocolate, crying so loudly she thought she had woken the whole castle.
After a few minutes she stopped crying to look at Dumbledore who was looking down at her. She wiped her face and pulled out a handkercheif and blew her nose.
"Thank-you for telling me this." Dumbledore said standing up.
Hermione grabbed a hold of his night-gown and began to sob. "Please, professor! I beg you, don't tell Harry and Ron! They won't stop what they're doing and if they go on with their plan, I may never see them again! I don't want them to leave not knowing how much I care for them! And I want Ron to know I love him so much and I would like to marry him if he could! Please, professor...please."
"I may not stop them or even talk to them, but I can not decide my actions for this information." The professor walked out of the Great Hall, leaving Hermione crying at the table.
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Did you enjoy it? I hope you did. Do you think I should add more chapters? Please tell me in your reviews!!!!!!
Summary: Frightened awake from a terrible dream, Hermione can't fall asleep again, so she goes for some hot chocolate in the Great Hall and recieves from advice on life from a wisened professor.
A/N: This is a one time thing. If I get good reviews, and if the story works with it, I'll add a couple more chapters. And please read and review my other stories. I would love you forever and ever until the day I die!!!! Okay, with that said, enjoy the story!!
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Hermione shot up in her bed, clutching her sheets tightly. She looked around her dormitory, listening into the darkness, but only hearing her room mates quiet breathing. She sighed with relief and leaned back onto her bed. What a horrible dream it had been. It started out with her, Ron and Harry in the common room, having a good time. Then out of the fire came Voldemort who grabbed her and dragged her back into a dark room. A single light shone onto two boys, who were Harry and Ron, pale faces and heads on their chest. Hermione screamed as she saw that they were dead. She started to run to them, but she never got futher than the place she was standing. She heard a cold, peircing laugh behind her and the dream ended.
So there she sat in her bed thinking over the dream. Could come true? What if it happened? Then what would she do? She shook her head slightly. Nonsense it was. Thinking of something like that was insane. It just couldn't happen.
Hermione pulled back the covers to her bed, grabbed her robe and tip-toed to the door, not wanting to wake her fellow 6th year Gryffindors. She closed the door quietly behind her, tip-toed down the stairs(watching out for the squeaky step at the bottom) and over to the portrait. She pushed it open, just enough so she could slip through, put on her robe and stepped out into the corridor.
An eerie light was cast by the moon and torchs that hung on the wall. Hermione felt scared again by the cold of the corridor and began to walk down towards the Great Hall.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Hermione jumped slightly in the air, her heart skipping a few beats and she turned around to see the Fat Lady looking very stern in what Hermione could see from the light.
"To the Great Hall...for a cup of hot chocolate." Hermione answered, her body still shaking from the fright the Fat Lady had given her.
"At this hour?" snapped the Fat Lady.
"Yes. I can't sleep and hot chocolate always helps me get to bed when I am...not tired." Hermione was about to say frightened, but then she thought better of it. What if the Fat Lady asked questions? That wouldn't be good.
"Well, try to be back soon. I don't want to be fast asleep when you come running to the tower full of sugar and caffeine," the Fat Lady mumbled. "How you can fall asleep, I do not know..."
Hermione smiled and turned back towards the Great Hall. Her footsteps echoed off the walls as the Fat Lady's mumbling faded away. Hermione's nerves rose as she walked down the empty corridors. She jumped at every small sound and almost screamed when she saw Mrs. Norris peering around the corner with her yellow eyes. She began to wonder if she should have stayed at the tower, lighted a fire in the common room and read a book to calm her down. But she had read every book she owned and all the ones in the library(except of the Restricted Section of course). There was no turning back now. Just keep walking.
Finally, Hermione had reached the Great Hall. She pushed the door open, glad to be in the warmth and very brightly light Great Hall. She sat down at the end of the Gryffindor table. A small house-elf she had never seen before rushed over and smiled at her with his bright blue eyes.
"My name is Tikky! How can Tikky help you, young lady?" said Tikky happily. Hermione smiled at him gratefully. Seeing his cheery face warmed her up inside.
"My name is Hermione. Hot chocolate would be nice." Hermione said nicely. Tikky nodded, his ears flapping against his head.
"Of course! Tikky can that for Miss Hermione." Tikky ran off, bouncing up and down as he stepped.
Hermione sighed, rubbed her eyes and yawned. It was probably about midnight and she wasn't used to waking up like this. She yawned again and rested her hands and head on the table, closing her eyes.
"Don't fall asleep here, Miss Granger."
Hermione jumped at the voice, let out a small cry and looked up to see Professor Dumbledore, smiling and looking down at her over his half-moon glasses with his brillant blue eyes, which twinkled feverishly. He wore a long navy blue robe with gold trimming and stars, along with a matching night cap.
"P-Professor Dumbledore," croaked Hermione. "I never...uh...well..."
"Sorry if I frightened you, Miss Granger." Dumbledore said earnestly. Hermione noticed he was holding a steaming mug in his hands. "May I sit down?"
Hermione nodded and watched Dumbledore sit down and sigh deeply. He took a sip from his steaming mug and turned to face Hermione. "May I ask why you aren't in your dormitory fast asleep?"
Hermione laughed a bit. "Well, Professor, that's just it. I can't sleep."
"I the same." He smiled at Hermione. "Some nights it's like I don't have any eyes and therefore they don't need to close and let me rest."
Hermione laughed. "Yes, it does seem like that." Hermione's smile faded as quickly as it came.
"Is there something on your mind, Miss Granger?" Dumbledore asked quietly.
Hermione looked to the professor, wanting to tell him about the dream of Harry and Ron. About her constant worrying of Voldemort back in power and Harry going off to fight again. To tell him that she misses Sirius and how she sometimes hears Harry crying when she stays up late. How she loved Ron, but he didn't know, and just wanted him to know and be safe.
Just as she was going to answer, Tikky came with her hot chocolate. Hermione thanked Merlin she had an excuse to not answer Dumbledore's question quickly.
"Thank-you." Hermione said, grabbing the mug into her hands and taking a long drink.
"Tikky's pleasure, miss." The little house-elf bounced off again, humming a very peculiar tune.
"Ah, you have met the new house-elf?" Dumbledore inquired.
Hermione stopped drinking and took a deep breath and smiled. "Yes, I have."
Dumbledore chuckled. "A very energetic house-elf, he is. I haven't seen a house-elf that happy since Dobby."
Hermione's smiled faded once again. Dobby had passed away after Winky had ran away at the end of their 6th year. It had been really sad for Hermione, Ron and Harry. Ron even cried a bit when Dumbledore buried Dobby by Hagrid's hut the cold morning after Dobby had passed away.
"Yes. I haven't either." Hermione's voice cracked. "But it hasn't been that long."
"No, but I have been seeing these house-elfs all summer." Dumbledore took another sip from his mug. "Well, about my question."
Hermione's stomach plummeted. "No professor, there isn't anything on my mind."
"One cannot be helped if no one else knows what is wrong, Miss Granger."
Hermione looked to Professor Dumbledore, who smiled at her sending his blue eyes twinkling madly. Hermione had an idea that maybe, just maybe, Dumbledore knew that something was on her mind. Alot on her mind.
"Yes, I know that professor." Hermione said quickly, still looking at him.
"Then tell me, what is wrong?"
"How do you know something is wrong?"
"Miss Granger, I can always tell if something is wrong. You have become very pale lately and your know high marks have dropped a fair bit. Professor McGonagall and the other professors, including Professor Snape, are worried about you. They know you can go very far with your studies, but know you seem not to care." Dumbledore's eyes stopped twinkling and they just stayed plain baby blue. "I know you care about your marks, Miss Granger. What is wrong?"
Hermione knew she was beat. Her marks had been dropping a fair amount since the beginning of the year. She had been worrying to much about her best friends that she had forgetten about her marks. She was loosing sleep from trying to get her homework done, but she never got finished in time.
"There is alot wrong, professor. I guess I should start from the beginning." She took another drink of hot chocolate and began, staring at her hands. "During the summer Harry wrote to me, telling me he still missed Sirius and how he was afraid to face Voldemort again. He doesn't want to and I don't want want him to either. But he inists that he has too, because who else will? I tried to think that Voldemort wasn't back and Harry wouldn't have to go fight and Ron, Harry and I could spend our last year here in peace and just have fun like everyone else.
"Then school started again and then everything got worse. Voldemort was coming closer and I started to worry for Harry and Ron even more. Oh, about Ron. I started to like him this year, more than a friend. It just got worse and worse. Harry began gathering information about Voldemort from books and the Daily Prophet. Then the attacks started. Harry and Ron stopped working on their schooling to figure out plans and put together the peices so they could stop Voldemort once again. I tried to get them back on track, but soon I was off track. I stopped working, worrying about the safety of Ron and Harry and I lost sleep trying to do all my homework, which it never got finished.
"Then Ron and Harry started to leave the school every night. They told me never to tell and not to worry, and promised they would be back. And they did. I never told anyone, but I was so worried that one night I broke down in the common room right before they left. They stayed that night, but I knew they were mad at me. They never talked to me for a week and that caused me to never sleep. What if something happened to them and I never got to say good-bye? After a week, they forgave me. They said they acted stupid and they knew it wasn't my fault." Hermione laughed a bit, her throat burning from the tears that were know falling down her face. "But still they left every night. I tried to sleep in the common room, waiting for them to return, but I just ended up at the library, reading the entire thing. One night I watched them run across the grounds and into the Forbbidden Forest. I knew they were in danger for running in there every night. They would be killed if they didn't stop. So I confronted them. That was a month ago. And still they're not talking to me. I guess that's it." Hermione smiled and flung in her head into her arms, knocking over her hot chocolate, crying so loudly she thought she had woken the whole castle.
After a few minutes she stopped crying to look at Dumbledore who was looking down at her. She wiped her face and pulled out a handkercheif and blew her nose.
"Thank-you for telling me this." Dumbledore said standing up.
Hermione grabbed a hold of his night-gown and began to sob. "Please, professor! I beg you, don't tell Harry and Ron! They won't stop what they're doing and if they go on with their plan, I may never see them again! I don't want them to leave not knowing how much I care for them! And I want Ron to know I love him so much and I would like to marry him if he could! Please, professor...please."
"I may not stop them or even talk to them, but I can not decide my actions for this information." The professor walked out of the Great Hall, leaving Hermione crying at the table.
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Did you enjoy it? I hope you did. Do you think I should add more chapters? Please tell me in your reviews!!!!!!
