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Ron and Hermione arrived back at the Burrow after a few minutes of stargazing. Ron had tried to convince Hermione to fly on the back of his broom, but Hermione flat out refused. She had always feared flying.
They walked inside quietly, the rest of the family was asleep. Ron led the way up the creaking stairs, Hermione following close behind. Hermione when into his and Ginny's room while Ron went down the hallway to the bathroom to change.
Once he had changed into his maroon pajamas, too short for him as usual, he went back to his room. Hermione was already in Ginny's bottom bunk, asleep.
He looked at her and his heart melted. She looked so peaceful and serene. Like a little angel without a halo. He grinned in spite of himself and crawled over towards his bed.
Ron pulled the covers over his body and turned on his side. A few minutes later, he was asleep.
He was in a cold place that was moving. As he looked through the room, he realized he was on what looked like a muggle cargo train. There were slits in the side of the train as if cattle lived there. Then in the far corner, he saw her.
Hermione was lying in a dark corner of the subsection of the train. Ron ran over to her. He turned her so she faced him on the bundle of hay she lay on. What he saw made him cry out.
She was pale, blood running down her forehead, her hair a bloody mess. Her eyes were halfway open and her mouth was frozen open in a silent scream. She was dead.
Ron screamed in his agony and heard her say something. He looked down at her body and heard the voice again.
"Ron!" she cried. "Ron!"
"Ron, wake up!"
Ron sat up, gasping. He looked around the room, his room. Everything was back to normal. It was only a dream, wasn't it?
Hermione was sitting on the edge of his bed, a worried look spread across her face. "Ron, what happened?"
He then truly woke up and noticed her there. He let out a small cry of happiness and pulled her into a bone-breaking hug.
"Ron! What's going on?" she asked, her voice muffled in his shoulder.
"I thought you were dead." He whispered, still hugging her.
"Huh?" she asked confused.
It was then that he realized what he had just said. He shook his head and mumbled, "Forget it." And let go of her. She still looked quite puzzled but said nothing of it.
"You sure you're alright?" she asked again.
"Yeah," He said bewildered, "it was just a dream."
She gave him a small smile and got off his bed. She walked over to her own and laid down.
"Good night Ron." she whispered before drifting off to sleep.
"G' night." He replied, but it was a while before he drifted off to sleep.
It took him only a few seconds however, to realize that the dream was not just a dream. It was real in the future.
How was it? I though this was one of my more dramatic chapters. Don't you? I also thought I would point out the fact that not only Harry gets the prophetic dreams. Review.
A/N: Sorry that this is a little late. My Internet wasn't working so I had to wait till it was up and running. Keep it up with the reviews! You're doing great!
Ron and Hermione arrived back at the Burrow after a few minutes of stargazing. Ron had tried to convince Hermione to fly on the back of his broom, but Hermione flat out refused. She had always feared flying.
They walked inside quietly, the rest of the family was asleep. Ron led the way up the creaking stairs, Hermione following close behind. Hermione when into his and Ginny's room while Ron went down the hallway to the bathroom to change.
Once he had changed into his maroon pajamas, too short for him as usual, he went back to his room. Hermione was already in Ginny's bottom bunk, asleep.
He looked at her and his heart melted. She looked so peaceful and serene. Like a little angel without a halo. He grinned in spite of himself and crawled over towards his bed.
Ron pulled the covers over his body and turned on his side. A few minutes later, he was asleep.
He was in a cold place that was moving. As he looked through the room, he realized he was on what looked like a muggle cargo train. There were slits in the side of the train as if cattle lived there. Then in the far corner, he saw her.
Hermione was lying in a dark corner of the subsection of the train. Ron ran over to her. He turned her so she faced him on the bundle of hay she lay on. What he saw made him cry out.
She was pale, blood running down her forehead, her hair a bloody mess. Her eyes were halfway open and her mouth was frozen open in a silent scream. She was dead.
Ron screamed in his agony and heard her say something. He looked down at her body and heard the voice again.
"Ron!" she cried. "Ron!"
"Ron, wake up!"
Ron sat up, gasping. He looked around the room, his room. Everything was back to normal. It was only a dream, wasn't it?
Hermione was sitting on the edge of his bed, a worried look spread across her face. "Ron, what happened?"
He then truly woke up and noticed her there. He let out a small cry of happiness and pulled her into a bone-breaking hug.
"Ron! What's going on?" she asked, her voice muffled in his shoulder.
"I thought you were dead." He whispered, still hugging her.
"Huh?" she asked confused.
It was then that he realized what he had just said. He shook his head and mumbled, "Forget it." And let go of her. She still looked quite puzzled but said nothing of it.
"You sure you're alright?" she asked again.
"Yeah," He said bewildered, "it was just a dream."
She gave him a small smile and got off his bed. She walked over to her own and laid down.
"Good night Ron." she whispered before drifting off to sleep.
"G' night." He replied, but it was a while before he drifted off to sleep.
It took him only a few seconds however, to realize that the dream was not just a dream. It was real in the future.
How was it? I though this was one of my more dramatic chapters. Don't you? I also thought I would point out the fact that not only Harry gets the prophetic dreams. Review.