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Hermione's POV

'I stood facing the same elaborate mirror in my first dream. Instead of 'evil Hermione' being my reflection, this time I was just faced with myself, staring strait into my own , thankfully, no dead bodies.

Suddenly, I began to smell rotting. Like old blood and rusty copper coins. My reflection began to cry, yelling at me to help her. She was bleeding from her right arm. Now her eyes, ears, nose and mouth were leaking blood too. Silvia, tears and blood were all mixing as she begged for me to make it stop.

I was about to shout that I couldn't do anything back but a red velvet curtain fell across the mirror with the gold lettering 'SHOW'S OVER, FOLKS!" In my handwriting.'

I hauled my eyes open slowly. Trying to focus on something in my blurry vision. The brightest light I saw was a dash of Orange on my right side. I focused on it, honeing my vision. I started to see a face attached to the blurry Orange blob, Ron's face. He was looking at me and ever so slightly whispering my name. 'It must be night' I thought 'Ron's trying not to wake anyone up. I must be in the hospital wing'.

"Ron?" I whispered in a rusty voice.

"Hey Mione, you OK?"

"Yeah, I've got one hell of a headache though..." I had lifted my right arm to touch my forehead. Ice went down my spine. I had no hand.

"Holy Shi..." tears began to form in my eyes. "Merlin, my hand." I tried to get up off of the bed.

"Mione, I know this is a shock, just calm down ok?" Ron's whispering was Insistant. He put his hand gently on my shoulder and I was too shocked to swat it away.

"Jesus, Ron. Calm down? I have no fucking hand!" I kept my voice low as to not wake all of the patients. Ron looked shell shocked, I'd never swore at him before.

"I'll go get Madame Pomfery, ok?" He stood up, looking a bit frantic. "Just um, don't go anywhere."

I leaned back down trying to calm my breath and relax. I just couldn't help looking at the bandage...the stump. I was fully awake now, realising that I'd lost my hand had woken me up better than any freezing bucket of water over my head could have.

"Hey Granger."

I looked to the source of the raspy voice. None other than Draco Malfoy stared back at me from the next hospital bed, a wicked smirk played on his lips.

"Or should I call you stumpy."

"Bugger off, Malfoy" I wiped the cold tears from my face with my left hand, I didn't want him to see me cry.

"Ohhhhh, alright no need for that! Sounds like it's your time of the month again, Granger."

There was a pause. Not like the empty pauses between Ron and I, this pause felt natural, to me.

"What are you even doing here anyway?" My curiosity had gotten the better of me.

"Ah, so you do want to talk to me."

"Just answer." I said shortly.

"Potter. I'm stuck in here because of Potter."

"What did Harry..."

Draco interrupted, "I was innocently hanging out in a boys bathroom when Potter came in and cursed me using some sort of spell that takes the blood strait out of your body. Subbunsepa, or something like that."

"Well, I'm sure you deserved what you got."

"I don't see why you worship him." Draco paused, frowning. " When the war comes, and it will come. Just make sure you're on the right side."

"I'd say the same to you if I thought I could persuade you"

Draco turned back to his bored staring at the ceiling.

"Miss Granger! This is a surprise! I wasn't expecting you to be awake until tomorrow morning. I must've not given you the right combinations of tiring and sleep potions. Madame Pomfery was dressed in white pyjamas and smelled of peppermint. Ron stood behind her, looking concerned.

" Can i please have some sort of explanation?" I breathed.

"Ok Miss Granger, in the morning. I'll fill you in then."

"What is the time?" I asked abruptly.

"It's about ten thirty, dear. A good time for sleeping." She smiled

"I'm not going to sleep like this!" I gestured to my handless forearm.

Madame Pomfery Sat on the edge of my bed and sighed "Ok, I guess I could explain a few things. Ron,dear, you should sit down. This will take a while."