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Chapter 1: Her dream

"Every few nights or so you pop into my dreams, I just can't get rid of you like you got rid of me"-Ben Folds Five

Hermione Granger woke with a start. She sat right up and looked around as if somebody had called her name. But nobody had said a word; she was the only one there. She knew why she had woke like that. She had done it many times before. It wasn't because somebody had called her name or shook her awake. She hadn't heard a loud noise. Her cat, Crookshanks, didn't jump on her chest. It was because of a dream. A dream she has had many times before.

It shows up a few nights a week and makes its way into her bedroom. Like a movie she has seen many times, Hermione knows all of the lines and movements. She can repeat every word the characters say and she always know what will happen next. But, you can't stop, pause, or rewind this movie. You just have to watch it until the end.

'It was a man and a woman; a beautiful couple. They were dancing in the middle of a street to a tune that only they could hear. His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist and hers were draped around his neck. Her head was rested on his shoulder, the soft feel of his white linen shirt on her cheek. The light breeze would move her hair across her bare shoulders and dance her white dress around her knees. He was tall, causing her to stand on her tiptoes. She was in her bare feet with her shoes tossed to the side of the street.

The only light that they had was the moon and stars and the very few streetlights that lit the small village at night. The dreamer knew right where they were: Italy. They were dancing in a beautiful, small village in Italy. The couple did not notice the people that walked past them. A few even stopped to watch, enchanted by the vision in front of them. The couple continued to dance, not wanting to waste the beautiful moment that they had.

The scene then changed into a living room of a small cottage. The woman was now curled up in a chair in front of a blazing fireplace. She was reading a book and was almost to the end of it. The handle on the front door slowly turned and then opened. The man walked through the door with one arm behind his back. He quietly walked up behind the woman and took his arm out from behind his back. He was holding a bouquet of daisies. He reached around to the front of her and put the bouquet in the middle of her open book. She looked down at the flowers that were now in her book and swung herself around so she could see behind her. Her face immediately broke into a smile. She grabbed the flowers and jumped out of the chair. She then leaped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. He held onto her tight as she planted a big kiss on his waiting lips. They stood there like this, laughing and kissing. They looked as if they never wanted to let go of each other.

All of a sudden the scene changed. They were now in the kitchen, the kitchen of the small cottage. They weren't laughing and kissing now. They were yelling and arguing. The woman was making big gestures with her hands and the man was standing by a counter, holding himself up with one hand. He was telling her that they could no longer be together. She was crying and pacing the room.

"Why," she asks.

"Because I don't love you," he tells her.

She stops crying and stands in front of him. He is now looking down at the floor.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me that," she demands.

Slowly he lifts his head and looks directly into her eyes.

"I don't love you", he repeats.

She closes her eyes and turns her back to him, trying to hold back her tears. He turns and walks toward the door. He stops to look back at her. He then takes a deep breath and walks out the door. She screamed at him and grabbed a vase off of the table. She heaved it at the door as it closed. The glass shattered and the white daisies fell to the floor. She collapsed to the floor as the daisies fell and wrapped her arms around herself. She began crying. "But, I love you," she whispered.'

Remembering her dream, Hermione repeated the words that the woman whispered. She felt every single emotion that that woman felt and thought every single thought that she had. She knew what made that woman work and what she wanted. She knew all of this and felt those feelings because that woman was herself.

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