Chapter 17

Those visions were coming back to Hermione like a rollercoaster. Abruptly, Hermione vomited onto the floor. Mrs. Weasley went to the young witch and used her wand to clean up the mess. Ginny gave Hermione a bucket as both girls walked upstairs to the bathroom. Everyone turned to face Snape and he scolded at him.

"I didn't make her vomited." He said as his hands were up innocently.

"Then what did?" Remus asked coldly.

"I don't think it's my position to tell, Lupin." Severus answered, "You should all ask Miss. Granger, once she fells well of course."

Hermione continued to gag into the toilet while Ginny was waiting for her stop. Hermione leaned against the wall, her head in between her legs. Hermione breathe in and out slowly, keeping her head very still. The moments passed, and eventually she raised her head up in a blank expression.

"Hermione, what is going on with you?" Ginny asked.

Hermione turned to face her expressionless, "What do you mean?"

"You've been acting strangely lately." Ginny answered, "Like last night, you were murmuring in your sleep."

"I was?" Hermione raised an eyebrow

"Hermione, what's going on?" Ginny asked.

Hermione sighed, "I don't, Ginny. I honestly don't know."

By the time, she felt a little better Hermione walked back downstairs where she found all of the adults in the living room. As Hermione sat down on the coach, she saw Remus and Sirius staring at her worriedly just like Sammy and Rafael does. Hermione shook that thought out of her mind, that's crazy, she thought.

"Hermione, what made you throw up?" asked Tonks in a concerned tone.

Hermione didn't answer but stare at the fire with a blank expression again.

"Hermione, dear, we want to know," Mrs. Weasley said, "so we can make it go away."

"It's not that easy." Hermione whispered. "You don't understand, you'll never understand."

Harry stared at his best friend and wanted to know what was wrong with her. He wanted to talk to her but couldn't; whenever he looks at her for one moment his heartbeats faster than a minute and he can't control that. However, he wondered if it was Voldemort or her ancestor that made her so sick….the visions? He thought as he continued to stare at her.

"Hermione, tell us." Harry demanded.

Hermione looked at Harry and sighed as she looked away.

"Now I know how you feel Harry," Hermione said still staring at the fire, "When the visions enter your mind, how you can't sleep less than 4 hours, and you don't want to see it but yet, you have to." Hermione said

"Hermione, what are you talking?" Harry asked. "Is this about Voldemort? Or is it about Jane?"

"Jane? Who's Jane?" asked Ron.

"Both." Hermione answered as she walked up to the fire. "They just keep coming and I have no idea how to stop them. Each move I make, I see me….Jane doing something else….something too hard to explain" Hermione answered.

Hermione bended down as her hand reached to the fire and touched it without feeling the pain. Everyone gasped at this and looked scared. Hermione released her hand from the fire and soon it was gone.

"That was you." Remus said, "You were playing with the fire earlier"

Hermione stood up and smiled at him like a child. She shrugged and stared at the rest of the Order, waiting for their questions. So Hermione decided to tell them about Jane, her (and Hermione's) powers, and how close she was to Tom Riddle, and how she was almost murdered by him. Mrs. Weasley cried as she hugged Hermione tightly making her hard to breathe. By the time, Mrs. Weasley let go of Hermione, she felt that someone was watching her and saw Mad-Eye Moony staring at her with his fake eye.

"So you're trying to make us believe that Voldemort was in love before he became Voldemort?" he asked.

"It's the truth." Hermione answered, "I had a dream…a vision about it."

"If he fell in love with your ancestor, then you are related to that monster." He asked again.

"Weren't you listening?" Hermione roared making everyone jump, "I'm not related to him. I don't know why he became Voldemort but he still loves Jane!"

"You're lying." Snape said this time, "If she liked him than Voldemort would never been born."

Hermione was getting irate that her professor was blaming her ancestor for turning Tom Riddle to Voldemort and yet, she didn't do anything. As Snape continued talking, Hermione's frustration was growing more and more.

Suddenly, the fire was flickering as the wind burst inside the house. Hermione's hair was out of her ponytail as the wind was blowing and Hermione's eyes were turned into dark black and her hair changed into gold-brown to red. This time, Hermione raised her hand up as the fire swirled into a small circle and landed onto Hermione's hand. Then, without thinking, she threw it at Snape but he ducked it.

Everyone stared at the young witch and suddenly, a shadowy image of a woman with golden hair appeared over her form but disappeared as Hermione fell down to the ground unconscious