It was a week later and Hermione was being overwhelmed with dreams every night when she went to bed and any catnap she happened to catch during the day. Every dream was different yet they held to her like recent memories. For the most part, she wasn't sleeping well. She spent most of her waking time trying to understand what was going on in her mind. Sometimes the 'visions' came during the day. They enveloped her mind, at meals, in class, and even when in the schools lavatories. She felt drained.
It wasn't long before the teachers noticed the change in her.
"She's still doing brilliantly in class but you can tell that she isn't giving it her all. It's almost like she's become a zombie," said Minerva one evening to Poppy in the great hall.
"I do agree with you," Poppy had replied. "She's quite pale as well. I'm waiting for her to vanish before our very eyes."
The others also murmured rumors to each other as she passed them in the hallways. Even Snape, who couldn't have cared if the girl grew an extra arm, said to Remus and Dumbledore, "She's acting peculiar. She doesn't raise her hand half as much as she used to."
Albus agreed with most the rumors and all of the facts presented to him about Hermione's condition. But what everyone didn't know was that when they spoke to him about her, he concealed the truth behind the mystery. While he hadn't expected the dreams, no memories was a better word for them, to have started so soon into the school year, he did know the 'couple' that came to her at night. He knew and understood how she spent her nights watching movies only she could see. For he was having dreams of his own. But unlike Hermione, he knew they were memories and they were ones he didn't have to be asleep to see playing before his eyes (especially since he had a pensive at hand).
"I suppose I should talk to her," Albus murmured while walking to his office. He had just seen her walking away from Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She was walking hurriedly and seemed to not be completely aware of where she was. After making sure that no one was near the bathroom he entered to confirm his suspicions. He wasn't surprised to see a potion brewing in the fourth stall. "If I don't talk to her soon her potion will be done and like Poppy said she'll 'vanish before our very eyes.' I need to make sure she understands what she's doing by going into the past."
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Author's Note: I'm sorry! I know my chapters are kind of short. Well no, not kind of, they are. I'm trying really hard to make them long and detailed but with school and work and just life in general it isn't easy. So please bare with me. And it will get better. Thanks for support!