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Chapter 6

She head a soft drip drop. She struggled and looked for the source of the noise.

BAM!

She looked up and saw a tall hooded figure. Hermione struggled against her restraints.
Every time she moved the drip drop stopped. But started again when she stopped moving. She felt something cold and icy flew across her leg. She screamed in pain as it began to drag itself across her leg. She looked down and saw the figure was standing at the end of the table she was strapped too.
She saw the figure was holding the jagged dagger that was cutting into her leg. The figure stopped and threw the dagger across the room. Hermione flinched and looked around the room. She felt the straps come off she looked at the figure who was now gone. She scrambled off the table and to the floor. Hermione huddled into a corner. She gasped as a hand pulled her what she thought was a wall.
She looked up and saw a familiar face. She felt something across her face know. The figure held a rose and slowly dragged it across Hermione's face. She swatted the rose away as she felt the thorns go deep into her cheek. She tried to get up but, he leg spasamed in pain where she had been cut. She also saw excess blood coming from a wound on her ankle. She looked around and began to cry as the figure slammed her against the wall. She looked at the face. All she could see was black. She felt cold hands curl around her neck. She felt dizzy. Her head fell to the side. Everything began to become fuzzy. She felt herself come in contact with the slipper floor. She smelt the blood on the concrete from her leg. She opened her eyes and saw the rose... The Bloody Red Rose... The last thing she saw before it faded to black.

Hermione sat bolt up right in bed. She was gasping for breath. She got up and winced as her leg hurt. She looked down and saw one had a long white line across it where she had been cut in her dream. She limped over to her vanity and examined her face. She rubbed three red scratch marks that were beginning to bleed. She put a tissue to them and waited for them to stop. She shook her head and went to lay back down. She sat there awake for awhile and slowly slipped asleep.

Drip drop drip drop...

Hermione stirred.

Drip drip drip drip...

Hermione woke up and looked around her room. "That was odd." She got up and sat down at her vanity again. She ran her fingers across the three cuts she had mysteriously gained. She jumped ,and spilled over bottle of perfume, as someone knocked on the door. She watched as the ebony liquid spilled across her dresser. "Shit." she muttered. "Hold on!" She said as she began to mop it up. "NO HERMIONE NOW!" cried a strained a voice. Hermione wiped some of the perfume from her blue plaid pajama bottoms and walked to the door. She opened it and saw Ginny standing there. "Ginny what's wrong?" Ginny just wiped tears from her eyes and shook her head. She grabbed Hermione's arm and ran down to the common room. Hermione followed her and ducked through the door to her common room from the Prefect's Common Room. They ran upstairs to the boy's dorm. People were crowded around a person's bunk. Hermione shoved past and saw Ron. All you could basically see was blood. There were three slashes on his cheek and another slash on his leg and ankle. Hermione gasped as a pain shot up her leg. She looked around the room. On Ron's dresser was the same rose she had seen in her dream. "The Bloody Red Rose..." She muttered to herself. "That's it..." She said as she ran from the room to none other then the library.

Hermione sat in her common Room's library looking through books on symbols and things that affect your dreams or show significant meaning. Hermione kept searching... "Dream Oracle, Symbols of Dire Importance, Hmmm." she said searching through stacks of books. "Here it is... The Dream Oracle; Objects that Play Important Roles in Death or Injury."

Hermione looked through the index. "Blood, Knives, Metal, Daggers... Cows?" Hermione shook her head. "Roses... Here it is... Red, Yellow, White, Black, Bloody Roses... Uhm... Blue, Black... Red here it is."

Bloody Red Roses

Seeing a bloody Red Rose in your dreams signifies a great loss and or injury in your or someone you love or is very close to you future. There is also other meanings that is to be said of the Roses horrifying appearance in one's dream. Usually, when someone is injured in there dream and they see the Rose they need to watch out for the objects that they have seen in there dream including the Rose itself. (Continued on Next Page)

Hermione turned over the page and saw a drawing she then looked to the other page but, it was ripped out. "Where did it go?" Hermione threw down the book in frustration and gasped as it disappeared in a red puff. Lying there in its place was a Rose. Hermione took a step back from the table... She looked around the room. "Just relax..." she kept saying to herself.She looked around the room again and shook her head. "I need some sleep..."

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DON'T KILL ME! I KNOW ANOTHER SHORT CHAPTER BUT, I PROMISE TO MAKE UP FOR IT! OKAY I PROMISE PROMISE PROMISE PROMISE! It would have been longer but, if I had added anymore it would have sucked out loud even more! I promise I'll try to make up for it in the next chapter. I had to rewrite this chapter because it did end up Hermione was captured and all that stop had happened to her but, I decided to make it a dream scene instead and I need to change my plans/summary for the fic so you guys will get a summary either in the First or next chapter... So keep with this I promise it will get so much better! AND PROPS TO MY HOMIE! CHRISTINA(Ami on here...) YOU FUCKING ROCK! Hhehehehehehe, anyways yeah thats all I have to say but, if ya'll have suggestions keep them coming if ya'll ahve you know uh things like "YOUR FIC FUCKING SUCKS THEY WOULD NEVER DO THAT!" Uhm before you say it Let me say this;

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