Twenty-six year old Hermione Granger stood out on her balcony. It was mid-autumn and it smelled like wet leaves. The air blew lightly, making her wavy strands tickle her neck and cheek. She took in a deep breath and sat on the edge, one foot dangling over the edge and the other on tip toes. She shut her eyes and just relaxed.
Suddenly the air stopped blowing and left everything at a standstill. Hermione opened her eyes and looked around herself carefully. Her arms were crossed so she squeezed her arms lightly and looked all around once more.
This chill was too familiar. She didn't like the silence. She stepped back onto the safety of her balcony, her back to the door that entered her house.
She exhaled and saw her breath. It became bitterly cold.
"Hermione." Someone whispered from behind her.
She spun around, everything was covered in snow. Her feet were burried up to her knees in it, yet she felt nothing.
"Hermione." Another voice called frm behind.
She turned again,"That voice." She whispered.
The snow had disappeared and it was now warm, blue birds flew past her, as did
butterflies. Flowers blossomed around her, and their scent filled the air.
"Hermione!" A third voice wailed.
"HARRY!" She screamed and whirled around. "NO!" She cried. Someone touched her shoulder and she faced out to the balcony. It weas autumn again, normal autumn, the autumn she woke to and breathed in.
She walked over to the ledfe and looked down. Cars drove in the streets and people
walked on the sidwalk. No snow, no flowers, normal. She gave a sigh of relief and stood
upright.
She peered at her watch and saw she was late for work. She walked to the door, but
there were three figure blocking her way. She screamed as they picked her up and tossed her
over the side of her balcony, down nine stories to her death.
Twenty-six year-old Hermione Granger woke up with a scream. A piece of paper stuck to her face as her colleagues looked at her from their desk.
"You all right there, 'Mione?" One asked her.
"Uh. yeah. I - I think..." She rubbed her head and peeled the paper off her cheek.
"Are you sure you're getting enough sleep?" Her friend Celest asked her in a hushed voice.
"I am. But it's not getting any better." She sighed.
"Maybe you need some coffee on you to keep you awake." Celest got up and ent to the coffee machine.
Hermione looked at her arm under her desk. She pulled her sleeves up and went over
her scars.
"I hate you!" She hissed and scratched at her arm with her pen, making it bleed.
"No one knows how to make more coffee when its empty." Celest complained walking over.
Hermione covered her arms quickly and smiled at Celest.
"Seriously. Could you spare some coffee?" Hermione gave her cup to Gus whom had a lot.
She gulped it down and went back to work.
"Hermione." She heard three voices say in unison.
She turned and saw no one, just a wall.
"You O.K.?" Celest asked again. Hermione smiled gently and looked at her pen.