Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter but I don't!
Hey! This is just something I came up with. Tell me if I should continue or not.
(Written in Hermione's POV)
It was nighttime. There was a scream and I picked up my wand and went to see where it had come from. I could see a shadow in the forest, and it was moving. I slipped my cloak over my ears, as it was frightenly cold outside.
I followed my instincts and came closer to the figure. I saw a person lying beneath yet another person. The man on the ground was screaming as the other man bent over him...
I awoke from my awful dream to hear my mother yelling at me. "Hermione, today is the train to Hogwarts! Don't be late!"
"I'm coming," I said, and slouched back in bed.
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On the car ride to the train station, no one spoke. Everyone was silent, which was a change. I took opportunity of the silence to try to figure out my prophetic dream. I would have to tell Dumbledore about it when I returned to Hogwarts. I began to nod off, due to the fact that I was thinking so hard and I was soooo tired.
My mother prodded me gently. "Honey, we're here," she said.
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When I got on the train, no one was there. I waited for a long time, but still no Harry or Ron. I began to worry.
Just as the train was about to leave, the two of them came hurring on. "Hello Hermione," they chorused. I grinned, in spite of my preoccupying thoughts about my odd dream. "Hi," I said, and turned away from them, to look out the window as our journey to Hogwarts began.
Hey I hope I did an okay job on Hermione's POV, as I have never done hers before....
