Chapter 1: The Mysterious Dream
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters, J. K. Rowling does. I also don't own any ideas you happen to think I stole. I didn't steal them, and if they're similar to your ideas, or anyone else's', too bad. This is my story, with my plot.
A/N: thank you for putting up with that long disclaimer. I just had to get it out so people didn't accuse me of stealing their ideas. Thank you!
The Mysterious Dream
She was running through the forest, searching for something, but she didn't know what. She just knew that it was there, calling to her. She was getting more and more apprehensive, anxious to find it. But what was she looking for? She couldn't remember. There was a lot she couldn't remember, but that was okay. As soon as she found it, she'd remember everything. She had to find it! Time was running out. It was near, she could feel it! It was somewhere just ahead!
Hermione Granger sat straight up in bed, sweat running off her body in sheets. 'Its been a long time since I had that dream...' she thought after she realized where she was. It had taken her a little while to realize she was still home, not in that strange forest. 'I haven't had that dream since I was a little girl. But I can't help but feel there was more to that dream...' She put her hands up to her forehead and rubbed he temples in frustration. 'It was just a dream, forget it.' But in truth, it was more than just a dream.
It wasn't until a month later that she had the same dream again. She couldn't ignore it now. Especially after having it a third time, the second time that week. She began to wonder if it was the same sort of thing that Harry had last year, dreaming about the Department of Mysteries corridor. 'But then,' she thought, 'Harry has a special bond with Voldemort. And I don't, so that can't be it. What could it be?' She was, to say the least, really confused and frustrated. Even her parents noticed something strange with her.
It wasn't until she saw Harry and Ron at the platform to board the Hogwart's Express that she visibly cheered enough to stop brooding on the dreams long enough to give them each a hug and find a compartment. When they reached an empty one, Harry and Ron just stared at her. "What? Why are you two looking at me that way?"
"Hermione... You look... well..." stammered Harry Ron on the other hand, just blurted out what he was thinking. "Hermione... you look hot! Man! You're sexy!"
Hermione just turned the deep shade of red usually reserved for the Weasley kids. And that is quite red. But the boys were right. She had filled out over the summer. Turning sixteen had made quite the difference. Her normally bushy hair had gotten cut and straightened, so it was shoulder- length and slightly wavy. Her clothes now accentuated her curves rather that hid them. She seemed not to have noticed how different she looked now, at the beginning of their sixth year, as opposed to last year.
"Hermione, do you have a boyfriend?" tactless Ron asked. "No, no I don't." she looked crestfallen at this. "But... I thought... Krum? Harry was confused. "He broke up with me over the summer. The long distance wasn't working." "Oh." Harry and Ron seemed genuinely sorry.
"Lets talk about other stuff." Hermione said, in order to break the uncomfortable silence. The rest of the train ride was taken up by them catching up on news from over the summer, Quidditch, lessons, and everything in between. I fact, the only subject they avoided, besides Hermione and Krum, was Voldemort. Nobody seemed too keen to bring it up just yet.
"Firs' years, firs' years this way" Hagrid was calling to the first years, and Harry, Hermione, and Ron called to him as they passed by. "Hello Hagrid!" they walked passed him to the carriages.
Hermione was so tired that she hardly listened to Dumbledore's start of the year speech, didn't pay attention to what she was eating, and only woke up when Dumbledore came to her as everyone made to leave for their dormitories. "Miss Granger, if I may have a word?" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Hermione left his office looking quite happy, and not at all sleepy. Lavender Brown noticed the change when she returned, but nobody could get the reason out of her.
That night, she had that recurring dream. She was running though the same forest, with the same apprehension and anxiety. She couldn't tell where she was, she just needed to find it. She could feel that it was nearby, but all she new about it was a sense of a black hole in the ground, yawning up to meet her. She was right near it, she could almost see it... And she woke up, for the third time that week, with a sense of longing and anxiety. 'Why does this keep happening? Maybe I should take Occlumency like Harry... But I wish I knew what I'm looking for... No. I've got to stop thinking about that dream. I won't be able to focus in class without sleep.' With that, she rolled over and tried to go to sleep.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters, J. K. Rowling does. I also don't own any ideas you happen to think I stole. I didn't steal them, and if they're similar to your ideas, or anyone else's', too bad. This is my story, with my plot.
A/N: thank you for putting up with that long disclaimer. I just had to get it out so people didn't accuse me of stealing their ideas. Thank you!
The Mysterious Dream
She was running through the forest, searching for something, but she didn't know what. She just knew that it was there, calling to her. She was getting more and more apprehensive, anxious to find it. But what was she looking for? She couldn't remember. There was a lot she couldn't remember, but that was okay. As soon as she found it, she'd remember everything. She had to find it! Time was running out. It was near, she could feel it! It was somewhere just ahead!
Hermione Granger sat straight up in bed, sweat running off her body in sheets. 'Its been a long time since I had that dream...' she thought after she realized where she was. It had taken her a little while to realize she was still home, not in that strange forest. 'I haven't had that dream since I was a little girl. But I can't help but feel there was more to that dream...' She put her hands up to her forehead and rubbed he temples in frustration. 'It was just a dream, forget it.' But in truth, it was more than just a dream.
It wasn't until a month later that she had the same dream again. She couldn't ignore it now. Especially after having it a third time, the second time that week. She began to wonder if it was the same sort of thing that Harry had last year, dreaming about the Department of Mysteries corridor. 'But then,' she thought, 'Harry has a special bond with Voldemort. And I don't, so that can't be it. What could it be?' She was, to say the least, really confused and frustrated. Even her parents noticed something strange with her.
It wasn't until she saw Harry and Ron at the platform to board the Hogwart's Express that she visibly cheered enough to stop brooding on the dreams long enough to give them each a hug and find a compartment. When they reached an empty one, Harry and Ron just stared at her. "What? Why are you two looking at me that way?"
"Hermione... You look... well..." stammered Harry Ron on the other hand, just blurted out what he was thinking. "Hermione... you look hot! Man! You're sexy!"
Hermione just turned the deep shade of red usually reserved for the Weasley kids. And that is quite red. But the boys were right. She had filled out over the summer. Turning sixteen had made quite the difference. Her normally bushy hair had gotten cut and straightened, so it was shoulder- length and slightly wavy. Her clothes now accentuated her curves rather that hid them. She seemed not to have noticed how different she looked now, at the beginning of their sixth year, as opposed to last year.
"Hermione, do you have a boyfriend?" tactless Ron asked. "No, no I don't." she looked crestfallen at this. "But... I thought... Krum? Harry was confused. "He broke up with me over the summer. The long distance wasn't working." "Oh." Harry and Ron seemed genuinely sorry.
"Lets talk about other stuff." Hermione said, in order to break the uncomfortable silence. The rest of the train ride was taken up by them catching up on news from over the summer, Quidditch, lessons, and everything in between. I fact, the only subject they avoided, besides Hermione and Krum, was Voldemort. Nobody seemed too keen to bring it up just yet.
"Firs' years, firs' years this way" Hagrid was calling to the first years, and Harry, Hermione, and Ron called to him as they passed by. "Hello Hagrid!" they walked passed him to the carriages.
Hermione was so tired that she hardly listened to Dumbledore's start of the year speech, didn't pay attention to what she was eating, and only woke up when Dumbledore came to her as everyone made to leave for their dormitories. "Miss Granger, if I may have a word?" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Hermione left his office looking quite happy, and not at all sleepy. Lavender Brown noticed the change when she returned, but nobody could get the reason out of her.
That night, she had that recurring dream. She was running though the same forest, with the same apprehension and anxiety. She couldn't tell where she was, she just needed to find it. She could feel that it was nearby, but all she new about it was a sense of a black hole in the ground, yawning up to meet her. She was right near it, she could almost see it... And she woke up, for the third time that week, with a sense of longing and anxiety. 'Why does this keep happening? Maybe I should take Occlumency like Harry... But I wish I knew what I'm looking for... No. I've got to stop thinking about that dream. I won't be able to focus in class without sleep.' With that, she rolled over and tried to go to sleep.