The next morning Hermione woke up to a grey, cloudy sky, and throbbing headache. She hadn't slept much last night because of the nightmare she'd had about Harry. Just thinking about the dream made her shiver.

"Hey," Ginny greeted Hermione as she looked over at her.

"Hi, Ginny," Hermione replied, slowly climbing out of bed.

"Hermione, you've got to see this," Ginny said, holding up a copy of the Daily Prophet; Ginny looked extremely worried.

"What is it, Gin?" Hermione asked who was now moving faster.

Ginny didn't reply; instead the red-head pushed the paper into Hermione's hands. Hermione's eyes became tremendously wide as she stared at the headline, her mouth hanging open.

The first third of the front page of the Daily Prophet was covered by thick, black letters that read:

BREAKOUT FROM AZKABAN

ALL ARE WARNED TO BE ON FULL ALERT

Under the headline, pictures of several wizards and a witch were staring up at Hermione and Ginny. Hermione's eyes were immediately drawn to the witch's picture; she had immediately recognized the dark haired witch.

"Ginny, that's her!" Hermione shouted, pointing at the picture of Bellatrix Lestragne. "That was the witch in my dream last night!"

"Are you sure, Hermione?"

"Dead sure." Hermione replied; a tense silence followed her words.

"Ginny…" Hermione began, still staring at the Daily Prophet. "You don't think this has anything to do with-"

"Your dream?" Ginny finished, looking at Hermione.

"Yeah."

"I don't know, Hermione," Ginny replied. "It could—maybe your dream was real."

"Don't say that Ginny," Hermione said, shuddering. "I don't want to think about the things in that dream happening to Harry."

"Me either," Ginny responded, hugging her knees to her chest. "I just think it might be too much of a coincidence not to be connected to your dream."

When their door opened suddenly, both girls jumped and looked towards the door.

"Oh, hey Ron," Ginny said. "You scared us!"

Ron gave his sister an odd look. "I scared you? What were you doing? Something you're not supposed to be?"

"No. We were just discussing something. Look at this," Hermione told Ron, shoving the paper into Ron's face.

Ron took the paper and began to read the front page. With each sentence, his eyes became steadily wider. By the time he had finished, his face was pale and his eyes were wide.

"Ron, that witch, Bellatrix Lestrange, was the witch in my dream last night." Hermione said.

"But then the dream couldn't have been real, could it?" Ron asked his face now pale. "I mean, if she's been in Azkaban all this time, how could she-"

Ron broke off, not wanting to finish the sentence. Ginny shook her head and remained silent.

"When did the breakout happen?" Hermione questioned suddenly, reaching for the newspaper, which was now sitting on her bed where Ron had set it.

"Last night," Hermione whispered quietly.

That means you're dream couldn't have been real, Hermione!" Ron stated, looking a little bit more excited.

"No, Ron," Hermione responded, "it doesn't mean that. What it means is that my dream could be the future."

The two siblings in the room stared at Hermione, open-mouthed and silent.

A creaking on the stairs made the children jump once again. Mrs. Weasley pushed open the wooden door all the way and walked into Hermione and Ginny's bedroom.

"It's time for breakfast, you three," Mrs. Weasley said smiling. "And then we're going to continue cleaning this house."

"Okay, thanks Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said. "We'll be down in a minute—we just have to change first."

Mrs. Weasley looked at the three children, all of whom who were still wearing pajamas. "Why do you three look so pale and scared?" Mrs. Weasley asked curiously.

"Oh, no reason, Mum," Ginny replied quickly. "We're fine, really."

Mrs. Weasley glared suspiciously at her daughter. "Ginny, dear, you don't look like your fine. Does this have something to do with last night?"

"No, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione answered. "It's nothing really. Last night was nothing too. It was just a silly dream. We're all just a bit tired. You know—we're all worried about Harry."

Mrs. Weasley smiled slightly. "Of course dear, I understand. I imagine that you three are extremely worried about Harry, as is everyone in this house. Nobody has been getting much sleep lately," Mrs. Weasley responded kindly. "Why don't you come on downstairs and have a decent meal. The members of the Order are trying their best to find Harry, and I'm sure everything will be okay soon."

Ron, Hermione and Ginny all forced themselves to grin at Mrs. Weasley to convince that they were okay, even if they weren't.

After a delicious, but subdued and hurried breakfast, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, and Sirius gathered in the drawing room of Number 12 Grimmauld Place to continue their cleaning of the house. Every face in the room was sad, and every one of them missed Harry terribly. Even Fred and George were unusually quiet.

"Any news of Harry yet?" Fred asked Sirius quietly, after the silence in the room was too much to handle.

Sirius shook his head slightly, his dark hair falling into his face. "No," he muttered. "Nothing at all."

Ron and Hermione, who had been looking at Sirius, quickly averted their eyes when Sirius answered.

"Do you think I should tell someone about the dream?" Hermione whispered worriedly to Ron so that only he could hear.

Ron shook his head. "No."

Hermione looked unsure, but returned to the window she was wiping dust and dirt off.

"But Ron," Hermione began after a few minutes silence. "What if the dream was important? How can I just sit back while and keep this a secret while there's no leads on Harry?"

"Hermione," Ron replied quietly, so no one else could hear. "We've already decided that the dream couldn't have been real. There's no point in worrying about this. The breakout from Azkaban was just last night. There's no way that the dream could've happened if Bellatrix was in prison the whole time."

Hermione opened her mouth to respond, but Mrs. Weasly cut her off. "What are you two whispering about over there?" she asked, looking at the pair of them.

"Nothing important, Mum," Ron said. "Just stupid stuff."

"Well, okay. Just as long as your talking doesn't stop you from cleaning. I think everyone would appreciate it if this place was a bit cleaner," Mrs. Weasley said.