Where I left off-

Harry gave a jerk and looked around. He looked confused, as if he didn't know where he was. He

looked down, appearing surprised, he fixed his eyes on Hermione on the ground, touching the wall.

"Hermione?"

Hermione was sitting in the hospital wing, watching Madame Pomfrey wrap her arm.

She had to keep switching wraps. The engrave was pretty deep. Once they got too bloody, she had to replace them.

Harry was standing behind her. Arms crossed and confused. After she was done bandaging up Hermione, Madame Pomfrey turned around and started with Harry.

"Would either of you like to explain to me why young Ms. Granger here is bleeding in the middle of the night?" She said, her eyes darted back and forth to each of them.

Harry's mouth opened to tell her the truth but Hermione apparently beat him to it. But he didn't remember the story as she told it.

"It's my fault Madame Pomfrey" Hermione started.

"I was…running…to the girls dormitory when I slipped and sliced myself on the corner of the coffee table. Harry heard me scream and came down." She continued.

"Yes, well, I told you kids to not run. Now, go back to bed. It's late." Madame Pomfrey left the wing and went back to bed. Harry and Hermione were just taking their sweet time going back. They didn't know what would happen if they went back to sleep.

After and while of silence in the halls, Harry finally spoke.

"So, Hermione, is that what REALLY happened?" Harry asked. He really didn't remember anything.

"Of course not Harry! I was covering for you. Do you think I would forget someone trying to kill me?" Harry could hear the distress in her voice.

"Hermione! Do you really think I would try to kill you!" Harry responded.

Hermione flinched as a bit of pain shot through her arm. They stopped walking and she turned towards him.

"Harry…it just…really scared me. I mean, I don't know what will happen if I go back to sleep or if you go back to sleep." She paused of a moment.

"It scares me. I could have died tonight"

Harry had nothing to say.

They resumed their walk to the common room.

Hermione went back to bed and Harry sat in the common room.

He laid on the couch trying to figure what had just happened.

"You really like that fire this year don't you?"

Harry sat up and turned around, discovering Hermione on the steps in her pajamas.

Her hair was pinned up and she was wearing a powder blue tank top with the same color pants except the pants had cute little sleeping sheep with Zs on them. She had to change because who wants to sleep in blood soaked clothes?

"Can't sleep. You?" She continued.

"Don't want to." Harry replied, turning away from her and watched the fire pop and crackle.

Hermione came down the stairs and sat next to him.

"I just don't know how I could have done that." Hermione could see how much this irritated him. Not being able to remember why you just tried to murder your best friend.

Hermione sighed.

"Well, do you remember ANYTHING?" Hermione asked him.

Harry thought a minute.

"Well, I actually DO remember part of my dream I was having until I was apparently hacking you." Harry looked over at Hermione as she motioned him to go on.

"It's fuzzy really, but I think I can recall parts of it." He squinted his eyes, trying to think.

"Everyone was out on the… quittich fields, because Hogwarts was evidently on fire. But the flames were like…neon green and…black. Not orange and red like this one here. The blaze kept trying to pull me in and I was struggling and struggling to stay away but at the end it sucked me in and that's it. I'm gone and I'm waking up with you shivering and bleeding on the floorboards."

Hermione screwed up her face. She obviously didn't get it.

"But I don't see what that would have to do with anything." Harry said.

"Neither do I. Maybe it's a spell of some kind?" She assumed.

"But who would want to put a spell on me?" He answered back.

"I dunno"

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