Author's Note: I'm really sorry about this one.

Thank you renyun, LiLbLueangeL1223, gryffindork23, punkgirl19892007, Kendra is cheese, StarzInHerEyes, chadfanaticgrl and Monkeystarz.

Chapter 12 – A Dream?

"Hermione? Hermione!"

It was Ron.

"Are you okay? You were crying in your sleep", Harry said.

Hermione opened slowly her eyes, and was forced to blink a couple of times so that the blurry faces above her would clear up. It was Harry and Ron, obviously, with concerned looks on their faces.

She looked around and, realizing that she was on the Hogwarts Train, made big eyes. "It was all a dream?" she said, not being aware of that it was a dream.

"Nightmare?" Ron asked.

"Um, something like it", Hermione said vaguely.

"Want to talk about it?" Harry offered. "It helps, I promise."

"Uh – no, that's not necessary", she answered absent-minded.

It was all a fucking dream?! She repeated over and over again. A dream?! It's obviously not the first time I have realistic dreams but still…

"Hey", Ron said, "you okay?"

She nodded. "Yes", she answered. "Really, I'm fine. You go back to your Exploding Snap."

Ron shrugged and returned his concentration to the game. Harry gave Hermione a quick hug before joining Ron.

Dream, dream, dream, Hermione repeated. It hasn't happened.

"How is your head, Harry?" she asked suddenly.

"Oh, fine", he said. "Thanks for the potion, it really helped."

So he took it, Hermione thought. He did take the correct one, didn't ht?

She grabbed her purse, situated on the floor and took out the two bottles.

"You took this one, didn't you?" she asked Harry, just to be sure, and pointed at the bigger one of the two bottles.

"Yeah", Harry said. "What's in the other one, by the way?"

"You're absolutely sure?"

"Yes! What's in the other one?"

"Um… girl stuff", Hermione said. "If a male drunk it, it could have had… interesting effects."

"Er… right", Harry said.

Ron cleared his throat. "Let's get back to the game then, shall we?"

Hermione smiled to herself and leaned back. It's probably better this way, she thought. I belong here. What does it matter that the one I love is in another time? I couldn't have had him anyway, could I? I would only mess up time.

And… there had been something weird about it all. She knew Dumbledore would never have used memory spells on his students, for example. And James really had had a lack of reaction upon seeing her again. They had acted very weird over all, actually.

Ha! I knew there was something weird about it, she thought.

"What're you smiling at?" Ron asked.

"Oh, nothing", she replied brightly.

"She's mental", Ron muttered to Harry, who just smiled.

Author's Note: Yeah I know… too short. Too short. Too short. And it's ending, I know, and like the worst end ever. But, despair not! I will be writing the third and finishing part… but it won't be posted in a while. Big exams coming up this year. Uh-oh. Not good. Much homework. Uh-oh. Stupid school.

However, when the third part does come up, I have a good feeling about it. I think you'd like it.

Lots of Love,

Megafreak