Hermione Granger slowly climbed out of her bed as soon as her alarm went off. She groaned as she rubbed her eyes and looked at the time on her LED alarm clock. She had about five minutes to get ready for school, but she was so tired she wished she didn't have to. She opened the door to her room and shuffled down the hallway to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She rummaged around the cabinets for her toothbrush, as soon as she found it she began to brush her teeth.

She looked horrible in the mirror, there were dark circles under her eyes and her hair had gotten more messed up than usual. She spit the glob of toothpaste in the sink, and wiped her mouth, before taking a quick shower. As the cold jets of water hit her in the face, she couldn't help but think back to the dream she had last night. She'd been getting a lot of weird dreams lately, and the one with her murdering some man in his apartment was by far the strangest, and most disturbing. She wasn't sure why, but the man she had killed seemed so familiar to her, but she couldn't remember who he was.

She stepped out of the shower and dried herself before putting on her school uniform. She grabbed her bag in her room and walked downstairs to eat breakfast. Her parents had already left before she had gotten up, and she wouldn't see them until she got back from school. Which was fine, running a clinic wasn't easy, but sometimes she wished they gave her a bit more attention. She flipped on the TV and switched the channels to the news, just to see if something recent had happened.

Soon enough, Rita Skeeter showed up and began to talk excitedly,

"This just in, a murder has taken place at the Grindlewald Appartment!" Skeeter said, "The victim was Qunirus Quirell, a professor at Hogwarts Academy, who was found dead this morning."

"The victim had apparently been stabbed twenty-six times in the chest and once in the neck, afterwards the culprit set fire to his apartment room in order to cover their tracks."

Skeeter continued to read her script, her smile suddenly growing wider, "The local police force had this to say," Skeeter switched the screen to a video of Harry's father talking to her.

"I'm sorry but until the chief gives us the okay, we can't talk about it." Harry's father said

The screen then switched back to Skeeter who still had a smile on her face, "The victim had allegedly had an affair with a younger student at the academy, which led to his firing in April of last year and had been revoked of his right to teach."

"Perhaps the culprit is his former wife? She had been rather outspoken about the man when allegations had started to surface, or perhaps it was another lover of Quirell's who was out for revenge?"

"Either way ladies and gentlemen," Skeeter said, "I'd advise you to be careful out there, you never know perhaps the one you trust the most is secretly a psychopath?"

"I'm Rita Skeeter, here to tell you the truth!"

"And now for the weather..."

Hermione tuned the cheerful weatherman out as her hands began to shake and her breathing became more erratic. Suddenly she felt sick, really sick, she ran to the bathroom and heaved her breakfast out into the toilet. She couldn't stop shaking, and the moments dream she had last night came flooding back to her memory. The look of desperation on Quirell's face as she let him go for the phone, the hopelessness that filled his eyes as she cut the phone line, and the she remembered the blood that had spilled all over the floor as she stabbed him over and over again.

"Wait...just pull yourself together..." She whispered to herself, "You can't kill someone in real life through a dream."

She stopped shaking and shakingly pushed herself to her feet, yeah it was absolutely impossible to kill someone through a dream. It wasn't possible, it went against all logic, there was no way she could be the culprit. For some reason, she couldn't help but smirk a little bit, before frowning once again. Even if, and it was a pretty big 'if', she had killed someone then the police would have no way to trace it back to her. The fire would have destroyed any evidence they could hope to find, and besides who would use, 'I killed someone in a dream' as a real way to pin someone for a crime. She sighed in relief and left the bathroom feeling a lot lighter than she had when she found out about the murder. She then grabbed her things and turned off the TV and left her home for school...