A little bit special: Chapter thirty-nine:
Hermione stood mesmorized by the rose bushes, she'd just seen herself, yet again. This was becoming to weird for her, she couldn't understand it. Hermione ran back to the porch and then up the steps to the back door, she slide it open and walked threw. She was in a different place, it was Hermione again, she sat beside a lady. Who's ragged breath ran heavily threw the room, Hermione drew closer to the bedside and she noticed that it was her mother. Hermione sat sadly beside her holding her bed, and she wiped her eyes with the other. Hermione could tell that her mother was barely hanging on, Draco walked in behind us, he set his hands on her shoulders. Hermione let go of her hand and burried her face in her hands, the irrating sound stopped filling the room. Hermione didn't feel anything even though she just watched her mother die, Draco left Hermione's side and moved closer to her mother, he pulled the covers over her head. He turnded back to Hermione and lead her out of the room. Julia stood at the door, she was much older now, at least twelve, she didn't follow her down the hall. She instead walked into the room, her eyes stared at the bed, she pulled back the covers and kissed the women on the bed.She whispered something to her, nothing that Hermione could make out, when the little girl turned around Hermione noticed the dark look in her eyes. Hermione had only ever seen that look in the eyes of one other person, Lucius Malfoy. Hermione began to wonder if the child took after her long dead Grandfather, Hermione watched the childs actions very carefully, she began to wonder if Julia, had in fact murdered Hermiones mother. This feeling tugged at her soul, Hermione followed her out of the room, she went into her room and began to play with her dolls. Hermione walked in the room and was once again blinded by a light, instead of white it was green, she was in the middle of a field, the grass was over grown, and the air stunk of farm. Hermione's attention was grabbed by a figure walking right by her, it walked into a clearing of the field, Hermione could see Draco beaten and tied down on the ground. The figure that Hermione had just followed began to speak, talking of Draco's treason. Hermione then saw herself face down on the ground, she was dead, and Draco looked not to far behind. The figure removed their hood, Hermione could tell that it was Julia, she was much older now, no longder a kid, not even a teen. She spoke with such dignity, as Hermione watched she found out that the Death-Eaters had long been disbanded and this ceremony marked the begining of the new Death-Eaters. Ones that did not follow the long deafeated Voldemort, but followed her. Hermione was disgusted that she had bore this child, well sort of. Hermione had no idea if this was a horrible dream or a peak of the future. Julia's speach finally came to an conclusion, and she was handed a knife, which she took with great ease and a wide smile. She walked down off the wood stage and over to her father. She screamed something out and then slit his throat. Hermione watched horror struck, she walked closer to the people, she watched as the cheered Julia on, she cut out Draco's heart and threw it in the fire. Her face showed more happiness than should be shown when someone was commiting such an act. Hermione was so close to her 'daughter' she was looking dead into her eyes, she had the Malfoy eyes. Julia looked stunned for a minute. "Mother?" She asked reaching her hand out to touch Hermione. Julia looked from Hermione to the ground. the body was still there, she was confused as to who this women was standing in front of her. "Who are you?" She spat like her Grandfather.
"Hermione Granger," She said.
"But you're dead," She said.
"No, I'm not, I'm standing here." Hermione said with great sarcasm.
"But how can that be, I killed you." Julia said, she had a hard time getting her head around this.
"Yes, you have killed me, but I won't be dead for years." Hermione said, and with a great puff of smoke Hermione was gone once again. Hermione was now in a dark room, the only light in the room came from a grate in the ceiling that let the soft moonlight in. Hermione sat on the floor, she looked up at the grate, she could vaugly see the moon. She sat indian style on the floor, and raked her mind for what the hell was going on, she wasn't dreaming she could now tell that. For in her dreams she's never felt like she is now, she could actually feel the warmth from the fire, and she could feel that she was cold, and she was filled with sadness. Her own child killed her, and Draco and she killed Hermione's mother. Hermione was at a complete loss at everything when she curled up on the floor, she wondered it someone had done this to her, to show her. Hermione fell asleep with great ease, even though she was on the cold concreate floor.
"Why hasn't she come around yet?" Harry asked checking his watch.
"I dunno." Draco said, smoothing some of her hair out of her face. "I didn't think she hit the door that hard." He finished.
"Yeah me either." Goyle said sitting back down in a chair. Hermione woke up from her sleep, she could hear their voices but she couldn't see them. She beagn to scream for them, not to leave.
"I'll see you tomorrow." Draco sadi letting go of her hand and walking away.
"Please, Draco don't leave me." Hermione yelled, Hermione fell against one of the walls, the room was even colder now. Hermione could once again see her breath. "Don't go." Hermione said. A little while later Hermione got up from the wall and walked back into the middle of the room, as she stood looking up figures began to appear from the walls. They chanted at Hermione, she spun in a circle as the figures drew closer. Hermione hopped the would stop, but they didn't, they instead began to claw her, ripping her clothes, and tearing her skin. Hermione was knocked to the floor, where they began to beat her. Hermione yelled for them to stop, but they didn't.
"Do you really think there's anything to worry about?" Harry asked as Draco, Goyle and himself walked down the hall.
"For some reason, I don't think there is." Draco said, he was confident in his reply to Harry. Goyle voiced that he shared Draco's feelings.
"It's Hermione, she always pulls threw. I believe she has God fighting for her." Goyle said.
"She has all of heaven fighting for her, and maybe some corners of hell." Draco laughed, Harry smiled and then laughed.
"See you hinny plugs later." Harry said taking off.
"Okay," Draco and Goyle said together.
A/N: Well, here's another chapter, hope you liked it. If there are any mistakes, fix them yourselves!