A/N: I just have been really inspired and I only have half a week left to write, college life will call me back and I will be busy as ever, barely affording time to sleep.
The night passed pleasantly, Hermione was able to avoid spending the whole night telling Mr. Weasley about computers.
That night Hermione did not rest well, she kept dreaming of her parents. Every time she would near them, they would be gone. She dreamed all sorts of horrific things happening to them each one would be progressively worse. In the end she came upon them lying on the ground dead.
"No!" yelled Hermione sitting straight up in bed, she was out breath like some one had been chasing her.
Ginny woke up from Hermione's call and began to ask what was wrong when Mrs. Weasley came to the room and said, "Hermione you better come down stairs."
Hermione got up and followed Mrs. Weasley, she did not like the tone in her voice.
"Is every thing all right?" asked Hermione tension building in her voice.
"You'll find out soon enough," answered Mrs. Weasley.
"What's wrong?" asked Ron as he and Harry stuck their heads out
"We heard Hermione yell," added Harry.
"It was just a dream," answered Hermione.
"What's going on then?" asked Ron noticing the look on his mother's face.
"You two might as well come too," beckoned Mrs. Weasley.
When the four reached the bottom of the stairs there were a couple of members of the order of the phoenix there.
"Hermione," started Remus Lupin, "I am sorry, but there has been an attack."
"What?" asked Hermione in shock.
"I'm sorry but they're dead."
"No!" cried Hermione, before any one could say any more she apperated away.
Hermione apperated to the sidewalk in front of her house. The scene was devastating, the house was in a smoldering pile and the green dark mark hovering over what used to be the house illuminating the night sky.
Slowly a hand reached Hermione's shoulder. It was Harry's hand that reached Hermione. Hermione turned and wrapped her arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder. Harry did the only thing that he could do, he wrapped his arms around Hermione and held her letting her cry.
Ron was soon to follow. Ron cautiously approached Hermione and Harry. He saw the damage and knew what it meant. Ron softly laid his hand on Hermione's back as Harry continued to hold her.
"We need to go," hesitantly spoke Ron, "It is not safe here the Death Eaters could be back at any time now."
"Just give her a moment more," beckoned Harry, he knew what it was like to lose someone close. He remembered when he lost Sirius; it was a dark day for him, in fact that whole summer was dark. Harry couldn't imagine going through the school year right after Sirius' death. Harry knew that it has to be worse for Hermione; he knew that she was going to go through a whole lot more than he did and that there were few who could sympathize with her.
"This has to all be part of a bad dream," moaned Hermione into Harry's shoulder.
"I'm sorry Hermione but it isn't," mournfully replied Ron taking his hand off of Hermione's back, "We need to go now."
Hermione sorrowfully nodded her head as she reluctantly let go of Harry, her one support at this time. Hermione felt like her knees were going to give away under her as she and the two apperated away back to the Burrow.