Wildest Dream

Harry and I are running from someone. Who? I don't know. All I know is that we can't be seen by ANYONE. There's a house just ahead of us. Harry says that we should check it out. I agree... but I have an awful feeling in my gut. We have to rest, though. The baby is getting tired and cranky, and if I don't sleep soon, I'm going to scream!

When we get into the house, there's nobody there. Obviously there hasn't been anybody there for a while, because there's webs and dust everywhere; so we decide to stay. Harry sits down in one of the bedrooms, and I go to put the baby to bed. After she's sleeping, I lie down and try to sleep, myself... but I can't. I keep hearing noises inside and outside of the house. Harry is getting annoyed. He says that I should stop worrying and go to sleep. But I can't. I wonder if they've found us... whoever "they" are. Harry assures me that they haven't, but it doesn't help. Something bad is going to happen, I just know it.

It's been almost three hours, and I still can't get to sleep. I just heard the front door open, and I see a light! I wake Harry up, and as soon as he sees the light he almost panics... but he doesn't. He stays calm, and tells me to go get the baby while he figures something out. After I come back, Harry leads me to the stairs as quietly as he can. But they see us. We run as fast as we can towards... it looks like a net made of rope! We climb up, and one of the guys grabs my ankle and takes out a knife. When Harry turns around and sees what's happening, he grabs my wrist and pulls me up off the net and out of the man's grasp. We run towards a window, and try to climb out of it... but it's too small. So, we run into another room, and some girl points a gun at us. But suddenly, she falls and drops the gun, and there behind her stood a man - he looks like my Ron! I pick up the gun and Harry and I run up to the third floor. But somehow, we get separated. I could've sworn he was right behind me! I see some balloon like thing floating in the air. It has people on it! This night just gets stranger and stranger! I load the gun and aim for the balloon, and a woman screams.

"You're going to shoot my daughter!"

"Move her out of the way then!"

She doesn't move, and I get ready to pull the trigger, when the gun is kicked out of my hand. I turn to see who had done it, and then somebody grabs me and holds me still, so the other guy can shoot me. I start screaming and screaming for Harry, but he doesn't answer. I hear the baby crying in another room, and then a gun goes off. HA! He missed! I was shot, but not killed - just wounded! I start to scream for Harry again, but still no answer. Then I saw something lying on the ground below me. It had blood all around it. I look closer, and my eyes sting with tears. It's Harry. They killed him... those bastards killed Harry! I just wanted to force myself free, take the gun, and kill everyone... but I also wanted to die. There was another gunshot. I looked in the next room, and saw the baby, also with blood. First they killed my husband... and now they killed my baby! That was it...

"Just shoot me and get it over with," I say to the guy with gun, still looking at my baby. And he did. He pulled the trigger, and I was killed. I'm lying there in the floor. Motionless. Blood stains on my clothes, and all around me on the floor.

Hermione woke up with a start. She immediately looked over at Harry to make sure he was all right. Everything was normal so she walked quietly to her baby's room. She was still fast asleep. Hermione let out a sigh of relief. "It was only a dream," she says. "Only a dream..."