AN: Hello! Here is a chapter that made its way to my head during a thunder storm. I hope it makes sense…

Bright Light, Blue Orbs

Everything had turned a magnificent bright white. It was almost blinding, but it didn't bother her eyes. 'Where am I?' she asked aloud to no one. She looked at her surroundings. They seem so familiar she thought. All of the sudden she saw a flash of orange turning the corner. What was that? She decided to follow it. 'Hello? Hello is anyone there?' Nothing. 'My name is Hermione.'

'I know.' Said a voice she assumed came from the hallway to her left.

'Wh-who are you?' she asked in an almost whisper Why do I feel so frightened? She heard footsteps at the end of the corridor. 'Hello?' she asked again following the footsteps. 'Please, help me, I'm confused…' No one responded. 'Please, at least tell me where I am' she wasn't going to give up that easy

The steps -that were now on a sprint- stopped. 'You know where you are. You know who I am.'

'Sirius?' she asked timidly.

'There we are,' he said walking to her 'brightest witch of your age; didn't go wrong there.'

'What – Where am I?'

'Think Hermione, think. This place, you know it, you know it well'

'Is it the libra-'

All of the sudden what seemed like a lightning bolt struck and her blissfully white surrounding became dark. A chandelier hanged above her and the demonic shrills of Bellatrix Lestrange filled her ears. 'No, please no' she begged, but that did nothing. With another jolt of what felt like hell she was back to peacefulness. Oh, how this place felt so wonderful. Everything is so amazingly perfect, well almost…

'Hermione' she heard a singsong voice call. Why did it sound like her mother? 'Tea's ready!' Hermione froze; this was too familiar, this was all too real.

The scenery changed again. She knew where she was now, it was his room. She'll always remember how it felt to be there; how everything was so him, from the messiness of it to the Chudley Cannons on the walls. Then she heard him call upon her. She turned around to face the door, where she thought his wonderful voice came from, but he wasn't there.

'Ron?' she asked almost like a plea for his presence.

'Hermione!' he called again, this time from downstairs.

'Ron?' her heart skipped a beat. 'Ron!' she called again.

'Come on Hermione we're all waiting for you.' she could almost hear the smile on his face… almost. Hermione raced downstairs and saw him on the threshold to the living room. He extended his arm giving her his hand. She did the same, moving closer to him. Just as she was going to clasp his hand another lightning bolt struck, but this time it hit her.

'NO!' she heard it, but who said it?

As fast as the pain came, it went and she was back in a blissful state. Then she heard it, his laugh. She couldn't help but smile. His laugh always made her feel so warm. Then, it came rushing, his scent; the wonderfully perfect smell of Ronald Weasley. She was engulfed by it.

She swirled around like a small child. She closed her eyes and swirled. Nothing had ever felt so wonderful. But his laugh was starting to fade.

No she couldn't let him slip away. In a desperate moment her heart stopped, her eyes broke open and she yelled 'PLEASE!' She screamed it with so much force she felt it broke a barrier.

'Please, no.' she added in a whimper. Closing her eyes she pleaded silently, Don't take him away, please don't. Somehow she found the strength to open her eyes again and she saw them. The beautiful blue orbs that adorned his face. But they weren't like they always were, they weren't joyful. She tried to speak up, but nothing happened. Then his eyes started to fade and everything went dark again.

She heard a faint squeak and then BOOM! She was back in the mysteriously wonderful place.

'Please make it stop' she pleaded to no one. She heard his laugh again, then, her mum calling upon her once more. Hermione turned around and saw them standing together.

'Mum? Ron?'

'No love for dear old dad?' her father asked playfully making his way next to her mother.

She started walking towards them, eyes glistening happily. Her mum smiled too, but she shook her head. 'No darling. You… No' Her dad took her mum's hand for support. From behind them Sirius stood.

'It's time' was all he said as he walked away.

Ron's eyes looked sadly at her. She took a step forward them and they all took a step back.

'What -?' Her mother interrupted her.

'No honey, you have to go back.'

'Back?'

'Yes darling' her father spoke.

'B-But…'she looked at Ron for support. He looked down at the ground and she saw the tears falling down his cheeks, perfectly matching hers.

'You are so strong.' her mother spoke 'You are so brave. Hermione, I love you, we all love you. But it's not time yet. I know it hurts, but not yet honey, not yet…' Her parents started to fade.

'Ron?' she probed.

He looked back at her, 'Ready?'

'Ron?' she asked again, but he started walking. Somehow she knew she was to follow him. Then he too disappeared.

'Come on Hermione, come on. Please, please…' his voice found her ears again. The magnificent blue orbs were back in front of her, tears falling freely.

'Ron?' she asked softly. When did her voice get so weak?

'Hermione!' When did his get so hoarse?

She felt his arms cradling her, protecting her, hugging her.

'Oh thank you, thank you, thank you' he said to her hair 'Thank you!'

She moved closer to him, never in her life had she felt so safe.

AN 2: So this basically happens when Hermione is being tortured by Bellatrix and she is on the delicate line between consciousness and a blackout; while trying to maintain her sanity. And it ends with them safely at Bill and Fleur's.

I imagine this happening a little like the scene on Anastasia [where the Romanov Princess has the dream with her family and she almost jumps into stormy waters] mixed with a camera going around in circles making you dizzy, while the ghost of the voices of your loved ones call for you. So basically Ron is her anchor between that and reality.

I hope my 'vision' for this chapter didn't confuse you, if it did: sorry! And feel free to disregard it.

I am going camping this week, so I won't be able to post a new chapter until Saturday [the 30th] night or Sunday [31st].

Again thank you for all your kind words and alerts, you guys rule!