'Why can i never go to sleep?'
It was a stupid question, she knew that. Every time she fell asleep, nightmares of her memories enveloped her. Her 'parents' dying, Death Eaters torturing her, touching her, the night Dumbledore 'death', the battle of Hogwarts... She knew now that Dumbledore didn't die, but the memory of him falling from the tower, Snape snarling in the moonlight, his wand tip still tinged with green, sent sudders down her spine. Her dreams making her relive the death eaters torturing her parents to near insanity, then killing them; her father first, then her mother .
Hermione boxed up her thought and shoved them away to reflect on later. She glanced on the other side of the bed and smiled at the long read mane of the girl sleeping in the bed next to hers. Ginny, how I wish to be you, in love and knowing little pain. Harry had asked Ginny back out after a few tongue lashings about making her own choices and threats of Bat boogey hexes. It was well known throughout the house, with the exception of Ginny herself of course, that Harry was going to ask her to marry him on Valentine s Day. Hermione knew it was only a matter of weeks until the sleeping girl found out though.
Hermione sighed and closed her eyes focused on trying to sleep.. Let us try the muggle way. breathe in . and out .in .andout .in ..andout After five minutes of breathing exercises, Hermione groaned and reached over to open the dresser drawer. She pulled the stopper out of the purple bottle and took a gulp. She felt the bitter liquid run down her throat and into her belly. Grimicing she put the stopper back into the bottle and put the bottle next to the others and closed the drawer. In a matter of moments, her eyes were closed and her breath was deep and even. She had fallen into a deep dreamless sleep.
Hermione! Hermione! She heard the voice whispering to someone else in the room, but she made no motion to show that she was indeed awake. Bloody hell! She took that damned potion again!
Language Ronald she scolded mentally.
"Ron . Calm down mate. Can you blame her? She has been through a lot.
Harry, she smirked to herself. Always the savior.
How do you know? Bloody hell she hasn t talked to anyone since she got here.
That s not true Ron, Ginny sighed. She talked to me the first day
Then what Gin? That s right, nothing, nada, zilch! Ginny she s been here for two months already!
Before Ginny or Harry could say anything to the now red-faced Ron, Hermione sat upright into bed, her gaze set on one a wave of her hand Ron was levitated out the door screaming.
Hermione! Hermione talk to me!
With another wave of her hand he landed on his arse and the door slammed was so fast he barely had enough time to pull his legs out of the way. Ginny rolled her eyes.
Honestly, Hermione. I know you like to practice wordless and wandless magic. But BOTH and on Ron?!
He had it coming Gin.
Harry stopped laughing at this and starred up at Hermione with his mouth agape. Hermione got up and closed his mouth.
But Ron was right in a way. I have been quiet for long enough. Is Dumbledore here? I need to speak with him" She stated primly, her voice scratchy from disuse, and started digging through her trunk looking for things to wear. After getting no response her dark gaze landed on the couple sharing a look of questioning.
"Look, I need... I need to discuss what happened and I need to start my life again. Unfortunatly Dumbledore is the only one who can help me with either of those things. So will you please take me to him?
"There is only one problem with that Hermione...." Ginny shared an uncomforatble glance with Harry before looking back at the dark haired beauty. "Mum is downstairs and the only way your getting out of this house is if you can convince her your not going to go cattionic again."
Hermione laughed loudly for the first time in give months and grinned.
"Somehow Ginny, I think i can handle that."