A/N: Hi!

I have half-term holiday now. Only a week, but it is great! Hope you like this chapter and leave some wonderful reviws!

The song in this chapter is written by Manfred Manns Earth Band. Never heard anything of them before, but I found this lyric and it was just really right for this chapter.

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Thanks to: The Gryffindor Drummer, dreamergirl86 and Lady Knight 1512 (It does sound that way! I havent trought about that before...)

A spesical thanks to Alli, my amazing beta! You think my spelling has aproved! Weeee:)

Chapter XIII

In a dream it would seem
I went to those who close the open door
Turning the key, I sat and spoke to those inside of me

It was dark. Everywhere around her. She was back, back in the dark.

"Where am I?" She asked. This time she wanted some answers.

"This is you," The voice said. "It has always been and it will forever be you."

"Why am I here?"

"You belong here." The voice was there again. "You always have."

"But why? Why am I here now?"

"This is your time. We have always been here. It is now that you see the truth."

"What do you mean?" Hermione looked around. "Who are we? Is there anyone else here than you?"

"The number is four," The voice said, "on the men of the dark."

She looked to the side the voice had come from even though she knew she couldn't see the speaker.

"I don't understand what you are talking about," she said. There was a long silence, so she almost thought that the voice had left. Then it came sneaking from all sides. It was in her.

"Four. Remember them. The Woman, the Man, the Eagle, and the Lion. We are three, but soon you will come to us."

"No," She whispered with tears in her voice.

They answered my questions with questions
And pointed me into the night
Where the moon was a star-painted dancer
And the world was just a spectrum of light

The sun danced though the window and landed on the sleeping form in the bed. Her curly hair lay like glory around her head. Someone had placed a card on the table by her bed. Harry stood by the window. He looked at Hermione's sleeping form and at the card. Then back at Hermione. He went half the way to her bed and then he turned around fast. He had a pained expression on his face. He looked out of the window, and then he turned and went to the bed. He looked first on the card and then reached out for it. Then he looked down on Hermione's sleeping form and pulled his hand back fast. He just stood there for a while, watching both Hermione and the card, then he seemed to have come to a conclusion and reached out for the card. He took it and began to put it in his pocket. Then he changed his mind and started to move his hand back to the table. But midway though the air, Hermione moved and began to wake up. Harry looked down and in a fast movement put his hand back and placed the card in his pocket. Hermione opened her eyes and looked up at Harry, smiling.

"Hi, Harry."

"Hi." He smiled and sat down on the bed next to her, "How are you?"

"I'm fine." A shadow went over her face as she thought on the dark.

"Are you sure?" Harry looked at her concerned. "You looked a little..."

"I'm fine now," Hermione said and smiled at him. The sun sent her light though the window and down on the two persons who looked at each other. Neither of them saying anything. They just sat there as the sun lifted from the horizon and began its way over the sky.

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Hermione sat in the common room. Ginny and Harry sat by a table nearby doing homework. Ron sat on the floor by the fireplace and tried to build a card house of exploding snap cards. He was in deep concentration. He glanced over to Hermione and said, still with most of his attention on the cards.

"So, Mione. Have you found it out yet?"

"What?" She asked even though she knew what he was talking about.

"The thing that is different with you?" Ron rolled his eyes.

"Yes, I have."

"You have?" Now all his attention was on Hermione. Harry and Ginny had also turned to her.

"What is it?" Ginny asked.

"I can't smell anything."

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It was quiet in the common room. The others had gone down to the Great Hall to eat, but Hermione didn't come. She had told them that since she didn't eat anyway, she would just stay and do some homework. She sat with a book and tried to read, but her thoughts were elsewhere. She thought about the dark, the voice, and what he had said. She was scared; she didn't want to be there anymore. She didn't belong there. She wanted to have control, control over her life. But she felt so lost. Her very being had always been reason and intelligence. It was what she had always relied on. But now she felt like she couldn't trust it anymore. She didn't know what he, the voice had meant. We? Who was it? The woman, the man, the eagle and the lion the voice had said. Was she one of them? No, she couldn't be. She didn't belong there. She belonged here. At Hogwarts, with her friends. With Harry. She had to know more. She was sure that she would find something on the library.

They reached to my centre of reason
And pulled on the touchstone that's there
The shock of that light had me reeling
And I fell into the depths of despair

Hermione closed the book she had been reading. There was nothing. She had been there for hours now, looking. But it was so hard since she didn't know what she was looking for. She had so little information to go on with; just what the voice had told her. And that wasn't much. He wasn't exactly a person who talked a lot. Secrets. Everywhere there were secrets and new questions behind every answer. What should she do?

They answered my questions with questions
And set me to stand on the brink
Where the sun and the moon were as brothers
And all that was left was to think

She sighed and went to look for another book. Maybe, maybe in the next book she would find something. She found a book and sat back down by the table. She had to think, there was an answer to this. She just had to find it. Suddenly two strong arms came around her from behind. They pulled her into a hug.

"Hi."

"Hi, Harry." Hermione smiled. It was nice to get a hug from Harry. It was the thing she needed right now. He pulled out of the hug to early in Hermione's opinion and sat down beside her.

"What are you doing?" Harry wondered while he looked at her.

"Ohh, nothing. I am just trying to do some homework." She didn't know why she hadn't told anyone about her dreams. There was a voice inside of her that told her that some things you should keep to yourself.

"Okay." Harry looked down.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked.

"You weren't in the common room, so I thought that I should come and look for you. The library was the most logical place to look." He smiled. "Besides it is starting to get late and you have had a long day."

Hermione smiled to him. "Thank you, Harry. I am rather tired."

I can work this out tomorrow. She thought. I am so tired, so powerless. A good nights sleep and I will get it. There are so many questions that need to be answered. Tomorrow. She was so tired. Tired and alone.

They answered my questions with questions
And pointed me into the night
The power that bore me had left me alone
To figure out which way was right