This story was supposed to take place before book five, and is alternate universe.

Continued to to 4ueyesonly's request.

The Harry Potter series and all the characters therein belong to J.K. Rowling, not me.

Hermione eased up on Harry after that. Both Ron and Ginny were relieved to find her talking to him in the Common Room after dinner. This feeling gave way to a sense of worry when Hermione explained the premonition that she had had earlier that day.

"What was it?" Ginny wanted to know, leaning over the table and gazing intently at Hermione.

"I don't know," Herminone murmured, flipping through the "Big Book of Magical Creatures" which she had borrowed from the library earlier that day. "It had a dark aura, that's for sure. It seemed very angry..."

"It couldn't be You-Know-Who, could it?" Ron wondered, glancing at Harry nervously.

"I doubt it," Hermione replied, "It seemed almost familiar."

"So what was it then, a ghost?" Ron pressed onward. Hermione nodded.

"Maybe. If it's dead, it's more likely a phanotom," Hermione explained. "This commonly occurs if a person was holding a grudge at the time of his or her death."

"Then who?" Ginny asked, before a light of realization came across her face. "You don't think Comyna, do you?"

"Comyna?" Ron wrinkled his nose in confusion, "Why would she want to hurt Harry?"

"Because he's the one who got Snape fired," Hemione replied. "Though it would make more sense if she came after me considering..." She trailed off, and Ginny rested a hand on Hermione's knee.

"We know, Hermione," She whispered. "What about Snape? Isn't it possible it was him?"

"Not likely," Hermione answered, finding her voice again. "Harry never helped me leave that night. In fact, he was as against it as Snape was."

"I can't think of anyone else who'd have a grudge against Harry except Malfoy," Ron said, "And it's a bit late for his phantom to be coming around."

"Not necessarily," Hermione corrected him. "There was a case where the phantom of a man's wife came after him three years later after she died. Something about him cheating on her, I think."

"Well, we can debate this all night," Harry yawned, "But we won't get any closer to figuring out who's ghost this is unless it comes by again. I'm going to bed." The others agreed that this was the best plan, and bade each other good night as they headed up to the dorms.

Hermione fell into yet another uneasy sleep. She found herself drifiting about Hogwarts restlessly. Part of her wanted to go to Harry's dorm, yet another wanted stay away. Something inside her insisted that it was a bad idea, but she was not able to control the dream at all. Soon enough, Hermione found herself drifting into the boy's dorm.

The same dreadful feeling from earlier that day swept over her. Harry was in danger, and there was nothing that she could do to warn him. Hard as she tried to scream, there was something constricting her throat. Fighting the restriction, Hermione woke immeadiately, and shouted Harry's name aloud.

The other girls in her dorm woke as Hermione screamed. Ignoring their irritated mumbles, Hermione ran down the stairs and into the boys dorm. Apparently she had woken them up too, though she hardly noticed as she ran to Harry's bed. He appeared safe, and Hermione's legs finally gave out.

"I was so scared!" Hermione sobbed, clutching the sheets of his bed. A very bewildered Harry stared down at her.

"What do you mean?" He wanted to know. He placed a gentle hand on Hermione's shoulder as she continued to cry. "Another dream?" Harry asked, and Hermione nodded very slightly. Somehow, Hermione found the strength to stand long enough to land on Harry's bed and hug him tight.

"I see..." Dumbledore said thoughtfully, looking thoughtfully from Hermione to Harry and back again.

"Isn't there anything we can do, sir?" Hermione pleaded.

"I believe there is," Dumbledore smiled. "Follow me."