so hard not to blame him...

I fell asleep. Images Harry swam in my mind. I was feeling protected and safe. I don't know if it was a dream, or a memory of last year. Part of something I had missed when I was possessed.

It was beautiful. At the three broomsticks the picnic... the picnic when he had asked me to marry him...

We lay together, my fingers intertwined with his as I looked at the rock on my left finger. "It's beautiful Harry," I said and kissed his hand, "Thank you."

Harry only hugged me sleepily. I mean WE held each other silently until Harry fell asleep. The words, you must kill him now, Came from the back of my mind. I started in fear and quickly moved away from Harry as if he were a rabid dog. I shook my head wildly and hugged my pillow.

I cowered in a corner of the bed as I heard, kill now! My body lunged forward with the pillow as if to smother him.

"NO!" I screamed and jumped out of bed pulling a red satin sheet with her to wrap herself up in it.

I jolted awake and I was again outside of the cell. I was standing behind Voldemort now. I could feel Harry's anger permeating around me. I remembered that he was blind and I was bound to have other death eaters around.

"Ah... Mrs. Potter, I am so glad you could join us."

"What?" I ask raising Harry's wand against Voldemort.

"Your husband has failed pathetically in occlumens. I have been aware of you all night. Even when he had attempted to stop communicating."

I looked around me, there were many petrified and unconscious Death Eaters around me. "He has succeeded in catching my lesser servants off guard. But as you know Severus is still around."

Let me go Hermione.

I can't I'm worried.

I know... please let me go.

I tried, but to no avail. I was trapped in the vision brought to me by Harry's eyes. "Yess Mrs. Potter. Let go."

I tried again; I couldn't help but think that this demon could really hurt Harry. I raised Harry's wand hand but Voldemort sends a spell that knocks us back.

I was back to the cell. I looked around frightened, "Ron, lets talk Quidditch."

"What?" Ron says as he eyed me warily.

"I need to forget that Harry's out there, at least for a little while."

"Um... Well I guess Gryffindor is a shoe in this year for the house cup."

"You think?" I said sitting in front of him.

"Yeh, we play Hufflepuff next and they are down to minimal aren't they?"

"I suppose." I said.

"We'll win even if Harry isn't playing. Slytherin would need one hundred and fifty points just to catch up."

"God Harry gets so excited. About qui..."

"Hermione, You're doing it again." Ron reminded me.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself." I say crawling over to Ron and laying my head on his shoulder.

"Don't worry 'Mione," He said consoling his friend.