A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Fantasy February -Day twenty-one

Dreams/nightmares are actually visions from a past life

Word Count: 944

Percy was almost asleep when he heard crying. The walls were thin enough, but he would have thought she'd cast a silencing charm. This was the third night in a row she'd had a nightmare.

Heaving a sigh, he slid out of bed and stood up. He put his ratty slippers on. Once upon a time, they had been black but now they were a faded shade of charcoal. He walked into the hallway, listening, hoping she would stop crying before he reached her. This was the third night this week. He pushed the door open and peered in. She was curled up on the bed, her eyes closed tightly.

"Hermione," he whispered, reaching over and gently touching her shoulder. Her body froze, the crying stopped. For a moment, Percy thought he hadn't woken her. She rolled over and looked at him through bleary eyes.

"Percy?"

"You had a nightmare. You were crying in your sleep."

"I had wings, Percy, beautiful feathery wings," she whispered, looking over her shoulder at her back. "What happened to them?" she asked.

"Hermione, you've never had wings."

"But... it was so real. There was this huge blue sky and I was flying on wings, my wings... then everything turned dark. There was so much rain, lightning. I remember pain, a searing smell. I was falling, falling. Then I woke up, only... I wasn't me anymore. I was someone else," Hermione tried to explain.

Percy nodded, pretending he understood. Hermione had been through so much with the war, with losing Ron. He wondered if her mind had finally snapped. It was only a nightmare, he reminded himself. Those rarely ever made sense. He glanced over at Hermione. She'd settled back down, her eyes closed as she started falling back asleep. Percy leaned over and kissed her forehead.

"Sleep tight," he whispered.

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"I know what I dreamed, Percy. I know it wasn't a dream. It was something else, I was someone else," Hermione insisted. She was standing in the doorway of the kitchen. No one else was awake yet. Percy liked to wake before anyone else, have a moment of silence to clear his head. Hermione had already been seated at the table. She'd jumped to her feet when Percy had entered.

"That's not possible."

"Then how do you explain it?" she asked. "And don't tell me it was just a dream. I know what a dream feels like, and this didn't feel anything like that. It felt...more like a memory?"

"But people have never had -" Percy started to say. He paused.

"Percy?"

"Wait here," he ordered, before running out of the room. Hermione heard him above her head, in Bill's old room. She wrinkled her nose wondering what he was doing in there. He returned a moment later, a large book in his hand. He placed it on the table and flipped through it.

"I remember Bill saying something about this when we visited him in Egypt, but I didn't put much stock in it then. Here!" he said triumphantly. Hermione looked over his shoulder at the page. There was an image of a girl in white dress wearing a golden headdress and from her arms were white wings. Hermione gasped, staring at her.

"That's me," she whispered. "That was who I was in the dream."

"She was a high priestess in ancient Egypt. She and her kingdom were destroyed by large rocks falling from the sky. They believe they were meteors now. There were also records of strange weather around the same time."

"The lightning, the strange sky. I was there, Percy. I was there, I was.. I died there," Hermione whispered, her voice full of shock, of awe.

"Past lives. I'd heard of people who have said things before, people who have lived lives before their lives now."

"But what does it mean?"

"I don't know. I also don't know why you're experiencing them now."

"Stress, isn't that the answer to everything?" Hermione laughed, sliding into the seat next to Percy and looking at the book again. She paused when she got to another page. This one had a young man sitting on a throne.

"Because you were there too," she stated, pointing to the image. Percy couldn't deny there was a resemblance to the man in the picture. They both had the same nose, the same build.

"That's not possible."

"I started having the dreams and nightmares after Ron died, didn't I? That's around the same time we started spending time together, time that always felt oddly right, didn't it?" she asked. Percy couldn't help but nod. She was right. Spending time with Hermione was easy. He hated hearing her in pain, hated how she'd suffered.

"I think, maybe this isn't our first life together and maybe because we're finally spending time together our subconciouses have started filling in the blanks."

"I had wings too," Percy said, studying the picture. "That would explain why flying on a broom always felt wrong."

"And if I was flying when the meteors struck, and I died in the fall... it would explain why I'm terrified of flying."

"That only leaves one question then, doesn't it?"

"What's that?"

"Since we were together then, do you think, maybe in some time, we might... you know, get together in this life? I mean, I know you and Ron were... and it's going to take some time to heal..."

"Talking is a start, and I like spending time with you," Hermione admitted. "I think, maybe in time... it's possible," she smiled. Percy nodded, hoping that now that they'd solved the mystery of Hermione's nightmares, he might get one night of sleep.