A/N: Thank you so much to Bfd1235813 for the kind review and advice! This chapter is a bit short, but hopefully the next ones will be longer!

Also, let me know if you want me to create another story that fills in the time gap in this one.

Chapter Two: Glowing Eyes

(This chapter fasts foward to Harry and Hermione's 4th year)

"Harry," Hermione chastised, her hands on her hips as she stared down daringly at Harry who was sprawled across the red common room couch.

"I don't want to..." Harry whined as he rubbed his eyes, glasses bouncing against his fingers. "I'm tired. It's only Saturday. I still have Sunday to finish everything."

"But if you finish all of it today, then you won't have to worry about rushing to get it done tomorrow, like you did last week." She reminded him gently, picking up her cloth bookbag, which was overflowing with notes and homework. It was around noon, so they had plenty of time to work on their assignments.

"Can we at least go outside? It's much better out there than the stuffy library." He gestured to the door as he stood up, looking down at Hermione.

"Fine." She grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him out of the common room as he also snatched his bookbag from the table.

They carefully weaved through the crowd of Gryffindors sifting in and out of the main room. Almost everyone seemed inside the castle today; either in the library, meeting up with friends, or in bed.

The two settled in the shade of a leafy oak tree, pulling out their assignments. It was quite a nice day; the sun glared down at them but the light breeze combined with the shade from the oak chased the excessive heat away. He could hear birds chirping in the trees, the leaves dancing in the wind to their song. He was astonished that there weren't any other students outside, taking advantage of the nice weather while they could.

"You know what would be cool?" Harry started, putting down his quill for the sixth time already to turn to look at her.

"Harry, why can't you pay attention today?" She interrupted him, exasperated and slightly annoyed.

He sighed. "Sorry 'Mione." Harry picked up his quill again and rested his head against the palm of his hand, fingers fiddling with the tips of his long black hair. He scribbled down some incoherent sentences on his potions essay, humming to himself.

Suddenly, he felt the air tighten, suffocating his thoughts. His scar began to burn, and he knew immediately that something was up. Hearing a soft clatter, he looked to his side to see that Hermione's quill had fallen on her book. Harry glanced over at her; she sat frozen with her hand hovering above the homework perched atop her knee.

Then, out of nowhere, her eyes began to glow a blazing white light, disturbingly illuminating her features as her body convulsed, shaking her papers off of her lap. Hermione's eyes widened to an unnatural extent, eyelashes brushing against her eyebrows and her head jerked back violently, an unseen force seemingly pulling her backward.

"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed, reaching out to try to help her, unsure of what to do. Her head jerked back to it's original positon and turned to Harry. Hermione roughly grabbed his shoulders, pulling him up to stand. He grabbed her forearms in an attempt to steady her as she twitched. "Hermione?" He asked, cluless as to what was going on.

"They're coming Harry," she spoke hoarsly between ragged breaths as of she had been screaming for hours. She stared at him, eyes glowing but unseeing. "They're coming-" Hermione stopped abruptly and she stilled as blood began to trickle out of the corners of her lips. Her eyes fluttered and then closed as she crumpled, Harry catching her just before she hit the ground.

"Hermione! No...come on. Wake up, please-" He didn't know what happened, but something was wrong with her, and he wasn't sure what to do or if she was okay. Hermione's face drained of all color, warmth slowly leaving her skin. There were no other students or teachers in their area to help them, and with his lack of skill in levitation charms, he would have to carry her all the way back to Hogwarts. Scooping her up and huddling the limp figure to his chest, he sprinted as fast as he could, adrenaline coursing through his viens. This can't be real. he thought to himself. What even just happened?

He teared through the doors to the castle and darted through the halls to the infirmary. His arms were sore and his body tired, but the adrenaline kept him up to get her to safety.

"Please- I don't know what happened- she just-," Harry said to Madam Promfrey as he arrived to the hospital wing, handing Hermione over to her. "I don't know what happened." He repeated, hands resting on his knees as he panted, tears still running down his cheeks. "Is she gonna be OK?" He choked out, looking pleadingly at her. Hermione was cold and looked dangerously close to death. Please say yes. Please say yes.

Madam Promfrey gave him an apologetic look and closed the curtain around her and Hermione, isolating him from his friend.

Harry slid down the wall, head in his hands as he brought his knees to his chest. This can't be real. He thought again, shoulders trembling, his face wet from crying. It's all my fault. I'm the one that even suggested we go outside, away from everyone. Maybe if I had just went to the library with her like normal, she would've been okay, He began to sob again, burrowing his face into his arms. No...no... he was not going to lose her. He was not...going....to... his thoughts trailed off as he slowly drifted into an uneasy sleep, exhausted from the distressing events.

"Mr. Potter?" He heard Madam Promfrey ask, her footsteps getting louder as she neared him.

"Hmm?" He replied drowsily, slowly walking up from his light sleep. His dreams had been haunted by Hermione's glowing eyes and ashen face, all the horrifying sernarios his brain had decided to torture him with ending in her death.

"You can come see Hermione now." Harry looked up at her, no longer tired. He shot up from the floor, hair dishevled but his face hopeful as he ran to her bed.

Hermione's eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling peacefully as she slept. Harry brought up a stool and sat to her right as he looked down at the girl, staring at her as if he was going to loose her if he looked away.

He felt the air suddenly tighten and the atmosphere darken, as it had yesterday. Something was up.

Again.

Then a searing pain cut through his scar as he doubled over in pain, clutching his head with his hand. A different image of Hermione flashed before his eyes; her bare arms bore multiple deep wounds with blood that flowed heavier from it every time she took a ragged breath. He noticed two gashes on her face too; one that drifted from her forhead dangerously close to her eye, and the other was a slightly longer one across her cheekbone that curved down to her neck. And then he saw it- the wounds on her arms spelled out something...

He gasped. Could he be mistaken? He really wished he was...but no. He was not.

The word "Mud-" was etched into her right forearm, the jagged cuts bearly connecting but still forming the word.

On her left, "blood" was engraved across it, half of the 'd' vanishing behind her shirt. It was written just at poorly as the other arm.

Someone had toutured Hermione. The image vanished, just as quickly as it had appeared as a small tear rolled down his face.

Then she stirred, interrupting his thoughts as her eyelids slowly opened. He quickly wiped his cheek.

"Harry?"

He forced a grin. "Right here, Hermione. Glad to see you're okay." She gave him a pained half-smile and gingerly sat up in bed as he returned to the stool at her bedside. "Careful," he continued, smile quickly melting into a worried gaze.

She rolled her eyes, frustrated. "Merlin's beard Harry, I was just sitting up."

"Sorry."

"It's OK." She sighed, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes as slowly recalled yesterdays events.

"How are you feeling?" He asked softly, noticing the unshed tears. He didn't comment on it, knowing Hermione would tell him if something was wrong.

"Like rubbish." She paused. "Um, Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Did I say anything earlier? When that whole-" she waved her hand in a circle. "-thing happened?"

He nodded. "You were warning me that someone was coming," His brows kitted together in thought. "Not quite sure if you meant to say that though."

"I saw the future, Harry. Or at least what could happen in the future. It was like future me was projecting memories to my brain- so that I could fix the mistakes they made."

"Fix the mistakes?" He questioned. "D-do you mean we lost against Voldemort?" She dipped her head, a doleful expression clouding her face. "Hermione," He lightly rested his hand over her arm in an attempt to comfort her. She looked up into his concerned green eyes, tears shining in her deep brown ones. "What did you see?"

A/N: Sorry bout the short chapter. I hope it was still interesting!