Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter characters. I swear it, not one!

Author's Note: This is one of my stories that I had posted before. It's totally changed now though! And I think its waaaay better, but that's only me...please read it and tell me what you think! It may get a bit confusing at the end, but I swear everything will be explained in the next chapter!

Summary: Its summer and Hermione's just going into her sixth year at Hogwarts. But she keeps having some very strange dreams. Very strange, but significant dreams.

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Chapter 1

Dark Dreams

Adrenaline rushing through her body, she leapt over the tall, stone wall and ducked behind the nearest tomb stone. Her eyes darted to where the shadow was making its way towards her. Taking a steadying breath, she jumped out to face her opponent.

But there was nothing there.

Sighing, she rested her hands on her knees and crouched down glancing around, wondering where the figure had gone. Standing up, she turned around and stood face to face with the shadow.

Looking up his face, she saw pure evil. His face was twisted and his fangs gleamed bone-white in the moonlight. She knew what it was, it was a vampire. And it was up to her to kill it.

Suddenly, she knew what to do. Reaching into her pocket, she withdrew a stake. Ducking out of the way of one of his punches, she grabbed his shoulders and flipped him over her back. Jumping on top of him, she tried to stake him, but he gave her a mighty shove and she flew into a headstone and banged her head, instantly seeing stars. Trying to regain her focus, she shook her head, but felt the figure grabbed her around the waist, and then drop her onto the ground. Getting on top of her, he leaned down towards her neck, his fangs bared,

"No," she cried, twisting around in his grasp. Feeling a sudden strength flow through her body, she punched him in his face and jumped up.

Running over to him, she did a double flip and jammed the stake into his unbeating heart. Giving her one last push, he exploded into dust.

EnD oF dReAm

Hermione Granger woke up drenched in sweat. She was having those dreams again. Getting out of her warm bed, she walked over to the window. Opening the window, she welcomed the cool night air. Closing her eyes, she felt the air brush wisps of hair out of her face.

Those bloody dreams scared the crap out of her. They seemed so real. She felt the adrenaline rush through her body, the pain of being beat around by the vampire...she felt it all.

Why was this happening to her? Hermione had thought that Harry was the one who was supposed to be having the horrible dreams. She didn't understand any of it, and she felt like she needed to learn about it. She needed to know what these dreams meant.

The dreams were reoccurring and always the same. She would be out in the cemetery and then stake the vampire.

Opening her eyes, Hermione decided that she was going to find out what these dreams were. She was going to find out what they meant and why she kept dreaming about them.

Opening her eyes, she looked out onto the street. It looked so peaceful, and of course it was. Everyone was sleeping, and she should be too.

Walking slowly back to her bed, she sank into it and pulled the covers over her, but she didn't sleep right away, because she knew the dreams would come back and haunt her all night.

Morning...

Hermione woke up with her room full of sunshine. It was a brand new day, a new day to start searching for information about her dreams. Hermione had decided to look through her own books first, maybe her old divination books that she'd barely read. They probably didn't have any useful information about anything but it was worth a try.

She didn't want to go skipping around town in search of books about deciphering dreams about killing vampires. People would think she was insane.

Hermione walked over to the washroom and flicked on the light. Looking in the mirror, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and made a face at the bags under her eyes. Quickly brushing her teeth and combing the knots out of her hair and pulled it into a ponytail, she went back into her room and threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

Walking downstairs to the kitchen, she opened the fridge door and pulled out some food. Gobbling it down, she glanced over at the answering machine and saw that there was a message on it. Pressing the button, she listened to the message.

"Hey honey, its Mom and Dad. We got up early to take a drive. We were going to ask you to come, but you wouldn't wake up. We figured that you would be okay by yourself for a few hours. But...the car broke down sweetie...so; Dad and I are going to try to get home soon. We'll call your with an update soon. We love you! Bye!"

Hermionedidn't mind that her parents weren't going to be here. She didn't really want to be bothered while she was researching. Bringing the divination books down to the table, she started reading.

Three hours later...

Three hours later, Hermione was no where. She had found some vague references, but nothing definite. It was all very sketchy material and Hermione wanted something more solid.

Hermione walked over to the couch and flopped down on it. Rubbing her temples, she tried to think of other ways to get information about strange dreams or analyzing dreams and whatnot.

Suddenly she jumped up. "The library. Gawd, I am such an idiot! Why didn't I think of that it the first place," she criticized out loud. Mentally scolding herself, she half ran/half skipped out the front door and down the autumn touched streets.

Hermione loved the autumn. It was her favorite time of year and she loved being outside when it was all around her. She loved the feel of the light, warm wind on her face and the smell of leafy leaves in the air. Hermione watched as the red, orange and gold leaves formed mini tornadoes and swept across peoples front lawns and the near-empty streets.

It seemed like in no time at all Hermione was at the library. The library was an old building, made of stone and cement. It looked as if it had been there forever and a year, but it held strong and looked very powerful. There were beautiful colored deciduous trees lining the brick walk that lead up to the library. And off to one of the side stood and old stone fountain. Perched on a pedestal was an evil looking snake and the greenish-blue water was squirting out of its mouth and falling into the fountain below, where some massive looking goldfish were kept. Hermione remembered one time where she had fallen in. Her mother had screamed and made a huge deal of it and had yelled at no one in particular as a kind man pulled Hermione out of the mess.

Hermione chuckled as she remembered the memory and strolled up the walkway. Pulling open the large front doors that were made of oak, Hermione walked into the dimly lit library.

Hermione suddenly wondered if this was such a good idea, the librarian, Mrs. Grawly was quite a strange one. She would probably try to pry into Hermione's mind and try to figure out what was going on. It was going to be pretty hard trying top find the information by herself. The library didn't have any computers to search for the information that you wanted and the only way to find exactly what you wanted was by asking the creepy librarian yourself.

Finally deciding there was no way out of it; Hermione walked quietly over to the big front desk and looked at Mrs. Grawly. The librarian hadn't heard her approach because she was so involved in stamping a bunch of papers. Hermione glanced at the stamp mark that was left behind, it said 'OVERDUE'. Hermione couldn't help but make a little snigger. Mrs. Grawly sure must enjoy making those stamps, because she still didn't look up. The librarian was wearing a ploofy white blouse and dangly parrot earrings. Her curly gray hair was tucked up into some strange up do and her glasses had slid all the way down to the very tip of her nose. Hermione cleared her throat loudly, "AHEM!"

Mrs. Grawly looked up at Hermione and Hermione shivered. She hated the librarian queer gaze. "Yesa?" Mrs. Grawly had a weird Swiss accent.

Hermione forced a smile, "Hi Mrs. Grawly. I was looking for some books on a specific subject."

Mrs. Grawly raised an eyebrow, "Hermione! Howa are you doing? I haven't seen you for some ages, yes?"

"Err, yes. I been kind of...busy with-school and all," Hermione said loudly. She shifted from the foot she was leaning on to the opposite one.

"But it's summa vacation! You haven't come to seea your Mrs. Grawly," the librarian shrilled.

Hermione grimaced; Mrs. Grawly was getting a bit worked up. She'd better cut to the chase and get out of here soon as possible. "Mrs. Grawly. I really need your help finding a book. I have a...um...school project due and summer is over in a week."

. Grawly sighed loudly and started tapping her foot. Her mouth tightened into a little line and Hermione bit her lip. The librarian wasn't going to give up until she had had one of her world's longest chat with Hermione. "How about I come back some other time? I a bit rushed and I need to get home soon...cause my mom's expecting me."

It looked like it took a while for Mrs. Grawly to accepted Hermione's answer, but finally she spoke. "Wella...alrighty-o I guessa. You musta come for tea sometima!"

"Yes yes yes I'll come for tea! But can you please pleeeeeeeeeeease help me find the books that I need!" After Hermione said it she winced. THAT would not go over to well.

Mrs. Grawly's face went from an expression of question to an expression that looked as if she was ready to spit nails. It must have taken her quite a bit to keep her cool, "Fine thena. What isa the subjecta thata youra wanting to finda?"

Hermione took a deep breath, "Dreams. Analyzing dreams actually."

Mrs. Grawly gave Hermione a suspicious look but still kept the steam from pouring out of her ears, "We do hava some ofa thosa kind ofa booksa. Follow me."

Hermione followed Mrs. Grawly without speaking. They passed what seemed like miles of books until Mrs. Grawly stopped so suddenly that Hermione almost bumped into her. She snatched a book off the shelf and handed it to Hermione. And then another. Then another. And another and another.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Mrs. Grawly piled books in Hermione's arms until they towered over her head. "Thatsa all the ones I hava. Is there anything elsa you maya needa?"

Hermione smiled as brightly as she possibly could and replied, "No. This is everything. Thank you."

"Willa you be taking these outa?"

Hermione swallowed, "Yes please."

Mrs. Grawly snatched the books out of Hermione's hands and stomped over to the checkout counter. Flipping the books open she started putting stamps on the little cards that said when the books were supposed to be due. "Herea youa are. They are due in a weeka. Goodbye."

Hermione could almost feel the heat of the fire burning in Mrs. Grawly's brain. It was like instant-shun. Hermione quickly grabbed the stack of books and practically ran out the door.

It took Hermione a while to get home. Mostly because of the huge pile of books in her arms. But also because she kept letting her mind wander and she'd stray down the wrong street, then have to find her way back to where she was walking before.

Hermione was super excited about going back to Hogwarts. School started in a week and she couldn't wait to start her sixth year. She also couldn't wait to see Harry and Ron. She hadn't been able to visit either of them yet this summer. Hermione wondered what they were doing right now. They were probably both at the burrow, stuffing their faces with Mrs. Weasly's fantastic food or maybe playing Quidditch.

Hermione sighed and then shifted the books into a more comfortable position in her arms then continued walking.

Finally Hermione arrived back at her house. Unlocking the front door, she stepped inside, and then slammed the door behind her.

"MOM? DAD?" Hermione hollered. No one answered so she assumed they were still out, trying to find a way to get home.

Hermione walked into the living room, lugging the books to the coffee table and then dumping them on top of it. Placing herself in the midst of all the mess of information, she began reading.

One in the morning...

Hermione managed to get through all the books by one in the morning. She leaned back and hugged a pillow to herself and began to read the notes she'd made from all the important information she'd found. She had copied down some of the more important paragraphs and meanings and so on.

Most of it wasn't new stuff. Mostly that the dreams she'd been having, were about her worst fears and she was going to have bad luck and blah blah blah blah blah. Hermione just didn't understand how anyone could read straight though that junk...it was completely pointless to her. She herself had fallen asleep numerous times while reading it.

Lifting her feet onto the couch and closing her eyes, she fell asleep again, only to have her horrible nightmares claim her again.

The next morning...

Hermione woke the next morning to the smell of bacon and eggs. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she sauntered into the kitchen. Her mom was standing there flipping the scrambled eggs around in the pan.

"Hey mom," Hermione greeted sleepily, "when did you get home? I didn't hear you come in."

Her mom smiled up at her, "well you wouldn't have, you were sound asleep when we came in...And it was ten when we got back!" Her mother laughed cheerfully and Hermione smiled.

"What happened to the car? Did you find out at all?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah...it totally broke down, it went kaplewy so we bought a new one," mom explained.

Hermione's head snapped up to look at her mother. She never would have thought in a million years that her parents would buy a new car! "What? Where? How?"

Mom laughed again. "Your dad took it to work but you can see it when he comes back."

Hermione pouted, "But I wanna see it nooooow! I mean, I never thought you guys would buy a new car EVER! What kind is it?"

"You'll see when your dad comes back from work," mom teased.

Hermione groaned at her moms feeble attempts ton tease her. She started to complain, "Aaarrrrggg! Mother! You drive me craaazy sometimes!"

And then they both sat down to eat the home made, slightly burnt breakfast that mom had prepared.

Platform 9 3/4...

The rest of the week went by quickly. Hermione finally got to se the new car that her parents had bought ever so quickly, she and her mom went to Diagon Alley to get the school supplies, clothes and necessary items for school, and Hermione kept on having her Dark Dreams.

It seemed like it took forever until Hermione was finally rushing through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10 to get to the Hogwarts express. Hermione looked up and saw the giant, red, steam engine. Hermione took her time getting aboard because she was early and found that Ron, Harry, and her compartment (the last one) was free.

Stowing her bags away on the luggage rack, she sat down and stared out the window, watching all the kids and parents saying goodbye to each other. She saw cats and mice and rats weaving their way around and threw peoples feet.

Not seeing Harry of Ron anywhere in sight, she got up to get a book to read but slipped and fell. Her head crashed into the side of the compartment and Hermione instantly felt dizzy. She felt a sudden jolt, but paid no mind to it and focused all her might on focusing in on the world. Hermione opened her eyes painfully, but all she saw were blurs.

That whole world was like a smudged up pastel picture and Hermione was not enjoying it. She could almost see the stars swimming around her head. She closed her eyes and made a moaning sound, then suddenly heard voices.

"Holy shit!"

"What the hell?"

"Wormtail, get a teacher, quick!"

Hermione focused all her strength on trying to see who was speaking. All she saw was four, very blurry figures before everything turned black.

Authors Note:

I hope you like the chapter! It's taken me forever to write. But I finally went and got myself an awesome French Vanilla coffee (sooo obsessed with it...it's the most awesome stuff in the world! I totally recommend it) and then sat my butt down and started typing. And guess what? I finished it! The chapter that is...

Please tell me if you liked it or hated it or maybe if I could improve on my spelling. But if it's about spelling, it's totally not my fault! I do have a spell-check thing...I swear:) But, anyways, pwetty pwease review!

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sakura-sweeti