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chapter four

Hermione stood next to her bed at ten thirty that night debating with herself. She held a small vial of sleeping potion she had wheedled out of Madam Pomfry. She bit her bottom lip, looked at the vial, looked at her neatly made bed, and shuddered. Before she could second guess her decision, she pulled the cork out and drank the potion as she climbed between the sheets.

The dream started immediately.

It was the same girl and the same room. It was daylight and she was alone, bent over a book and absentmindedly chewing her quill. There was a soft knock on the door. Come in, she said.

Vera, good, your here.

What is it?

Well, . . . well they know, he said very fast, not wanting to meet her eyes.



You would be in greater danger if I told you that.

Her eyes got even larger. Ivan! They can't know her voice got softer with every word.

They do. I am sorry. His head fell into his hands. This means the futurus.

Yes, . . . I never thought it would come to that, but it has.

You'd better do it now, they could be here any moment.

Without a hesitation Vera pulled something glowing out of her robes. She pointed her wand at it,

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At Hogwarts, Hermione was thrown out of bed. She let out a half scream half gasp and struggled to her feet. Lavender and the other girls had wakened but Hermione never glanced at them. she muttered, I need Dumbledore.


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