Hermione poured a little amount of the powder onto her hand. It was the perfect color and texture that dreamweaver was supposed to be. She cautiously smelt the powder. The dizzying euphoria that the auroma of dreamweaver was supposed to produce was quicker than expected. She quickly thrust the powder away from her nose and into the pouch.
"So?"
"The cause of your nightmare."
"What?"
"It makes perfect sense."
"Not really."
"Yes, it does. You came here after your talk with Harry and Ron. You didn't see a boggart nor did you see Death Eaters killing someone in this clearing."