Chapter 2, again, not my writing yet! R&R!:)

People were running in every direction. First years to the train, their parents running after them with their cases. Older students were running about trying to find their friends. The seventh and now technically eighth years stood around in groups, some awkwardly hanging about their assigned spouses, some ignoring them completely. Hermione stood between Ron and Harry. Ron was still not happy about the whole marriage thing, but had finally accepted that there was nothing he could do about it. Harry leaned against their trunks and kept an eye out for Neville or Seamus, who agreed to meet them on the platform. Neville was marrying Padma Patil, whilst Seamus was marrying her twin, Parvati.

Draco Malfoy strode past, looking irritated. The reason soon became apparent as Luna Lovegood trailed behind him, talking happily away to him about nargles. He was carrying her luggage, but Hermione presumed that this was because that was how Malfoys behaved, not because he wanted to. She suspected if he had any say, he would not have Luna trailing behind him at all.

Ginny sat awkwardly on a bench beside George, who had come to wave her off, and Lee Jordan who tagged along. She was short compared to Lee, who was taller than ever George, and barely reached his shoulder. At least Hermione could have a face to face conversation with Harry, she thought. Mrs Weasley kissed them all on the head and swiped at her eyes with her hanky.

"You be good, the lot of you. Make sure you eat well and don't get yourselves into trouble. Mind, trouble usually gets you first." She kissed them all again and stood back. "And don't think that because you're all getting married now, you're too big to be shouted at, because you're not." Hermione smiled and hugged the older woman for a last time before stepping onto the train, looking around for an empty compartment.

The first she stepped into had a bunch of first years, surrounded by piles of sweets and chocolate. Hermione smiled at the boys, remembering that that was how they looked on the first year trip. Hermione peeked through the next door and saw Pansy Parkinson sitting atop Blaise Zabini, who looked only a little uncomfortable. Next to him, sat Draco and Luna, who were making no sign of awareness that one another were there. Theodore Nott sat by the window, next to a Hufflepuff seventh year, who, Hermione noted looked scared out of her wits.

The third compartment they tried was empty so they sat quickly and set down their cases. The food trolley came not long after and they all bought a few sweets each, handing the woman the right amount of sickles. Sitting back down, Hermione picked up a chocolate frog. She wasn't that keen on the actual chocolate, but the cards had been changed since the war and she wanted to see who she got. Opening the box, she laughed as she saw a flash of red.

"Ron, I got you." Hermione showed him the card and he laughed, opening one of his.

"Mad-eye." He said, pocketing the card and looking over to Harry who was smiling fondly down at his card. The dark haired boy held up the card and grinned.

"I've got Dumbledore."

"I've got loads of him." Ron smiled back and watched as the figure left the scene. "He's gone." Harry laughed, putting the card away.

"Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day." Hermione smiled and relaxed back into her seat. If anything had been awkward between Ron and Harry in the past few days, it wasn't now. She could see this year turning out better than she had originally thought.

They were soon interrupted by Professor, now Headmistress McGonagall, who stepped in the compartment, looking relieved at having finally found Hermione.

"Oh, there you are! I've been looking all over the train for you! Might I see you in the end compartment as everybody leaves the train?"

"Yes, of course. Why, is anything wrong headmistress?"

"No, no. Actually, well I might as well tell you now, I doubt you are going to keep it from Mr Potter and Mr Weasley here. I'd like to appoint you as head girl Miss Granger. That is, if you'd like to be head girl." Hermione nodded excitedly to the headmistress, giving her thanks.

"Who is head boy?" she enquired curiously. Headmistress McGonagall told her that is was Neville. Hermione was thrilled for him. His grandmother would be so proud!

After the older woman left, Hermione sat back in her seat and closed her eyes, deciding the light was too bright and she would open them again soon.

People lay dead and dying, bodies scattered across the stone floor. She and Ron had been looking for Harry, but had no clue where he could be. Suddenly, he appeared on the stairs behind them. He looked tired and sad. He looked like a scared little boy. There was nothing she could do to help him. He said he had to go. That he was ready to die.

"I'll go with you." She whispered the words softly, between sobs. She needed to be there with him. She didn't want him to be alone. There were so many people who loved him, he shouldn't be alone. He hugged her and left, leaving her and Ron. Gone to die. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry, she couldn't do this. So many people had died.

Hagrid carried his body forward, limp and sad. He was dead. So many were dead. Fred, Harry, Remus, Tonks. So many had died, for a war that they didn't seem to be winning. The numbers were dwindling, and his were growing. He was growing stronger and he was going to get them. He was going to kill them off one by one. Soon she would have nobody. She would be all alone and she'd have nobody. And then he'd get her.

Hermione sat up with a start, breathing hard and grabbing at her chest. Harry moved closer to her, looking worried.

"Hermione, are you oka-"

"Harry don't leave me! Don't let him get me!" She clutched at his shirt, seemingly holding on for dear life.

"Hermione, I'm not going to leave you. What's wrong?" Hermione seemed to realise it had been a dream as she calmed and sat back in her seat, trying to calm her breathing.

"It was just a dream. It's fine. Everything's fine." Harry sat beside her and pulled her into a hug to calm her down. She relaxed, looking out of the window, at the passing scenery. It was a dream and everything was fine now, she would be fine. She was going back to Hogwarts.