I died in my dreams
What's that supposed to mean?
Got lost in the fire

I died in my dreams
Reaching out for your hand
My fatal desire . . .

I cough one last time. One last breath leaves my body. I can feel myself falling. Falling to where? Somewhere. I know I am dead, so where am I going? I have always believed in life after Death, or resurrection, but where still am I going? I have had many theories, of course, but I suppose not I ma to find out what really is after Life. What Death really is.

I glance sideways to see a tattered veil hanging to either side of me. Where had I seen that before? In a book no doubt. Books can't help me now. Not even books know the remedy to Death. No, it wasn't a book. I would have remembered it better. Maybe someone had described it to me. Maybe Harry . . . Yes, of course! He had told me about it. Didn't he say 'He fell, just like that, sideways through a misty veil. It disappeared once he had gone through it.'

He was talking about Sirius, his beloved godfather. Maybe I'm going to where he is. That would make sense. If he is there, maybe James and Lily Potter are there too. And all of the other souls we have lost in this war so far. Some completely innocent, children now in my eyes, some not so innocent, people who died for their cause. Martyrs. All of them fighting towards the same ultimate goal. To rid the world of Voldemort. I can finally say his name. Vol-de-mort. Some call him the Dark Lord, others You- Know-Who, but he is one person. Only one small person, yet so difficult to find and to kill. Unlike me, it would seem. I was easy prey.

It's getting warmer now. I left Earth in a cold, wet and rainy place, a field, battlefield of sorts, but here it seems warm, and I can almost feel a sun of sorts. I seem to have stopped falling, now I'm sort of floating on my back, and I can finally open my eyes. Above me I can see nothing. No light, no dark, just absolute nothingness. I've slowed down now, to what would be a stroll if I were walking on Earth.

I jerk suddenly, and find myself falling vertically downwards, plummeting towards an unknown place. Now I can see tiny pricks of light all around me, mere blurs as I speed up, dropping like a stone in water. It feels like I am being pulled in all directions, like every piece of my skin is being pinched by millions of tiny fingers, as if they were searching me for something.

Now there are two definite things under me, one under each of my arms. They feel strangely like . . . arms. I am now aware that it is light around me, and I open my eyes gingerly. A pair of dark eyes stares down at me, a face framed by long dark hair, some of it brushing into the eyes. Eyes that I know well, but have not seen for nearly two years.

"Well Hermione," he says. "Fancy seeing you here. I would have thought you were more sensible than to get yourself killed."

A/N :

Hey guys!

This A/N is at the end cause . . . it just is!

Please R&R and tell me if you want me to carry on with this story. I wrote it after listening to the song at the top and I was slightly depressed. Whoo! I know its a bit short, but I can't be bothered to do any more at the moment.

I own no characters [for once!] and no lyrics.

This whole story is dedicated to Meeny, with this chapter dedicated to Addie and Arwen-Georgie-Skye.