Hello everyone hope you like the updates so far! Will be looking forward to your reviews. *hides under my blanket* Go easy on me pls! I know that Draco has yet to make an appearance but all good things come when you wait patiently. Hmm I am rambling on sorry hahaha ignore me.

APOLOGIES ONCE AGAIN FOR MY GRAMMAR MISTAKES! THIS CHAPTER IS ALSO UNBETA-ED.REMINDER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. THE ONLY THING I OWN IS THE PLOT AND SOME NEW CHARACTERS THAT I MADE UP.Enjoy reading! :)

Hermione's POV

Where am I? As I looked around I saw myself submerged in water, I can't breathe, and it's so dark. The only lights that can be seen were the ones being emitted by the moon's light from above. As I look to my left I see a male figure's back turned towards me. All I can think of this moment is I need to get to him and bring him and myself to the surface. I swam towards the person who is clearly unconscious, for he wasn't moving and I took his arm dragging him up to the surface not bothering to look at his face, because the only thing that kept me going was that we needed to survive. I don't want to feel those emotions that I felt during the war and seeing people die.

I couldn't shake the feeling but somewhere within I felt as if I knew this person I was trying to save.

But who?

As I reached the surface I gasped and let the air course through my deprived lungs. I looked around and I saw that we were too far from shore and I was lacking the strength to swim. I tried to muster enough strength and focus to apparate myself and this person out of our impending doom. Finally I was able to apparate us to the closest shore. I couldn't clearly see him, due to the little light being provided by the moon. As I got closer to check on him I didn't feel him breathing and couldn't feel any pulse.

I did the only thing that I was glad my parents taught me, which was doing the muggle's way of CPR, in cases of emergencies. I was now kneeling towards the unconscious male in front of me, taking a deep breath, and locked my fingers together and placed it on the part of his chest needed to compress. I started the compression and after I completed that placed my ear next to his mouth trying to feel for his breathing but to no avail. I then tilted his head to allow a patent airway once I did mouth to mouth on him. I did this for what seemed like hours.

"PLEASE, PLEASE! WAKE UP! PLEASE!" I yelled while compressing with more force I could muster.

Still no response.

"WAKE UP! PLEASE!!"

Then I heard him cough up the water and I immediately looked at him. Happy that he was moving and alive. I couldn't fight back the tears that demanded to fall from my eyes. I sobbed loudly not caring that I was loud and a reck and was consumed with so much mixed emotions.

"I deserve to die."

I stopped from my break out when I heard him speak.

It was only four words, but despite those four words that easily slipped out of his lips, caused myself to be frozen to place. These words came from a man who I knew and was broken, that if I said anything else without thinking might possibly be damaged beyond repair. But even so inside I knew that he wants to be saved. The way he said it may convince others that he has lost all hope of living and determined to end it all today. I, however, see the opposite because I knew this is his cry for help; even if he denies it. But no I wouldn't give him any satisfaction because he did NOT deserve to die! No one deserves to die!

"Everyone is entitled to a second chance." I blurted without thinking.

There was a long pause of silence until I saw him placing his right arm over his eyes, even though I had blurry vision due to my tears, I knew he was smirking. Then he surprised me when he started to laugh knowing full well his intentions was to hide the tears he was shielding.

That's when I knew my words were the trigger for hope to him.

Seeing this person like this who was so fragile and vulnerable was heart wrenching. For whatever reason I felt I needed to lay beside him and hug him, to allow him to know that he too, like every other person in the world was granted redemption for their mistakes.

Dream Ends

Before I could lie down next to him, and remove his arm to see what he looked like,I woke up to find myself staring at a familiar white ceiling. I turned my head to the sides to see the familiar white walls with the annoying beeping coming from the medical muggle contraptions. I was back in St. Mungo's. In the depths of my mind I felt as if that wasn't a dream. Maybe something from my past?

It's a bit weird that I had to pass out from an awful headache just to suddenly dream of something that might of happened in my past. What's stranger is the thought of how much mixed emotions I am feeling right now just thinking of that guy who I saved in my dream.

I looked at the corner to see three figures grouped together which were Harry, Ron, and Ginny. I assume that they didn't feel me stirring because they were deep into their bickering that were done through whispers. Probably trying hard not to wake me up.

I cleared my throat to get their attention and the three stopped what they were doing and turned to face me. I can see their relieve faces. Except for Ron who immediately changed his expression into something I couldn't read.

"I didn't k-know." Stuttered Ron who looked like he was loss at words.

I felt like I was being pitied but it was better than Ron being mad at me. I just gave him a small smile as my response of saying that everything was good between us.

"Now Ronald get out! Hermione needs to get some rest and away from the negativity and stress you are great to cause." Said Ginny who was now pushing Ron away in which Ron was protesting to leaving. But in a way I am glad that he left. Because the more that he was here the more I feel awkward and just want to crawl into a corner and cry my eyes out due to our recent confrontation. I didn't want to be pitied by him now that he knows about my memory loss.

Ginny and Harry gave me time for myself to think. And all I can say is that I need to get myself together. I need to stop. I am not a teenager anymore to have such unstable feelings.

First things first I need to get a job to divert my attention away from my problems.