Dreams of the Four

I take credit for the story only plus the pendent is entirely mine as well as the Four.

A.N at bottom

Part 3:Chapter 6 and 7

Chapter 6

She stood alone in a moonlit clearing, a gentle warm breeze tossing strands of her hair around. She closed her eyes and smiled up at the stars, waiting for him to appear. Her cloak lay abandoned in the grass and her hair hung free down her back. A silver pendant winked in the moonlight from between her breasts and she held it in her hand and felt its warmth and power.

A foreign presence suddenly filled the area and she smiled softly, he had finally come. She stayed where she was, unmoving as he walked silently across the grass towards her. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle, pressing up against her back. He kissed her cheek softly and then moved to whisper a greeting in her ear. She turned her head and accepted a kiss on her lips before turning back to the stars.

She leaned back against him and looked at the night sky as he pointed out various shapes in the heavens. He continued dropping kisses on her cheeks and whispering silly things in her ears, causing her to giggle. She turned her head again for another kiss and was rewarded with one. The he turned her entire body in his arms so that she was facing him.

She looked up into his sparkling silver eyes and a feeling of joy overwhelmed her. She reached up and ran her fingers through silver blond hair and he leaned down and kissed her softly, full on the lips. She returned his kiss with passion and he pulled her body closer. His lips then moved from hers to her cheek, to her ear and down to her throat. She moved her head back to look up at the sky as his mouth trailed a path to her collarbone and back to her mouth. They broke the kiss and he looked down at her face with lips swollen from kisses and cheeks flushed from excitement.

He held her close and she rested her head on his chest, content to remain there forever. Then a cloud crossed over the moon and a cold wind started to blow. He scooped up her cloak and wrapped her in it and held her close. An evil energy started to fill the clearing and they ran, him pulling her along. They ran through the trees, the evil drawing ever closer. The she fell to the ground and he stopped to pull her up into his arms and he carried her as he ran.

They reached where his horse stood; he tossed her up and mounted quickly behind her. He wrapped his cloak tightly around them both and spurred the horse to a gallop through the trees. The evil followed ever closer behind them, finally catching the pair on horseback. She felt him disappear from behind her and she looked back to find nothing but blackness. Tears started falling from her eyes but she determinedly spurred the horse onward, running from the evil.

Then she felt herself being lifted into the air and thrown face forward across another saddle. She lashed out at her attacker but was rewarded with a kick to the head. Slowly, everything went black.

A new scene formed where she stood all alone in darkness filled with laughing, jeering voices. She spun around; screaming for them to stop and a form slowly emerged from the darkness. It had no distinguishable features except the blackness of its soul and the evil air that followed it. She felt her pendant burning her and she collapsed to her knees from the pain in her heart.

She had no idea what it was but it filled her with a coldness, a fear she hated. It walked slowly to her fallen form and touched her face softly, a pain filled her head and she cried out with the pain. This seemed to please the creature, which let out a low laugh and pulled her too her feet. A foul stench filled her nostrils and she turned her face away from it.

A figure appeared on the ground near her. It was Harry lying in a pool of blood. Another figure appeared next to him, it was Draco, kneeling with blood streaming down his side. He looked at her with a pleading expression and the fell forward next to Harry. A final figure appeared right in front of her. It was Ginny, tied and gagged, she looked at Hermione with a pained expression and then all three disappeared. Everything faded away until she was left in darkness, filled with cruel laughter.

Hermione tossed and moaned on the bed, and Harry sat by her side. He looked at her with a tortured face and he watched as her eyes slowly opened. She sat up slowly and looked around with a puzzled expression, she was in the hospital wing.

"What happened, what am I doing here?" she asked in a disoriented voice and looked at Harry’s tired face with a bewildered one.

"You don’t remember?" Harry asked softly, "You collapsed in the great hall at lunch."

"What time is it? How long have I been in here?" she asked and was startled to see Madam Pomfrey bustle in with a tray of vials, needles and some food.

"Ah...Finally awake I see. You need this Ms. Granger." She forced a bottle of vile tasting potion through her lips and then poked her with a needle filled with another substance. "You also need to eat now that you are finally awake." She placed soup in front of Hermione and waited for her to eat.

Hermione eat a couple spoonfuls and Madam Pomfrey clicked her tongue and left the room with her tray of vials and needles. "Harry, how long have I been here?" She abandoned the spoon in the bowl of soup and looked at Harry with a determined expression.

He sighed and relented in telling her; "You have been unconscious for three days Hermione. You fainted in the great hall and were brought here immediately after no one could revive you with conventional magic. Madam Pomfrey has been working none stop to wake you up but decided this morning to just let it happen. She told the headmaster she had no idea what was wrong with you and that you would wake up in your own time, if you woke up."

"Three Days!! I can’t believe I have been sleeping for three days. Think of all the class I missed." She tried to get out of bed but Harry leapt forward to restrain her.

"You can’t leave yet, we have no idea what cause this. Madam Pomfrey wants you to stay until morning at least." He sat on the edge of the bed and gave her a hug. "I have all your missed homework right here Hermione. But don’t do it yet, try and get some real sleep ok." He waited until she lay back against the pillow and turned and left the room.

Madam Pomfrey bustled in and forced a potion down Hermione throat as she reached for a textbook. Hermione felt it burn down her throat and she began to get drowsy. "That potion will give you a dreamless sleep." She tucked the blankets around her and waited as Hermione's eyes closed. She them collected the food tray and all the other bits and pieces of medical equipment she had been using while Hermione had been unconscious. Then she left the room and lowered the lights.

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Hermione was released from the hospital wing the next day and she went to the great hall for breakfast. There, instead of finding most of Hogwarts students eating before classes started, she saw only Ginny and Ron going over Quidditch strategy for that afternoon’s game. It appeared it was Saturday.

She joined them at the table and they both looked up in astonishment at seeing her there. Ginny recovered first; "Are you coming to the game today Hermione?"

"Of course, I wouldn’t miss it." She spread some jelly on toast and ate as they turned back to the quidditch model in front of them. She wondered why she had passed out and chalked it up to lack of sleep cause by these stupid dreams. She decided right there to get more dreamless sleep potion from Madam Pomfrey to help her. She would need them, as she had to take her N.E.W.T.s this year and needed all her concentration for that. She also needed to start helping more with the Head Boy/Girl duties since she was, after all head girl. She hadn’t been to a meeting in over two weeks because of the dreams and her fellow students were starting to wonder.

She finished her breakfast and walked back to the common room slowly, ticking off things inside her head that she needed to do. The list became longer with each step and she groaned over a few of them. She stopped long enough at the Fat Lady to mutter the password, Godric. The Fat Lady was in a historic mood this year and so far, all the passwords had had to do with the four founders.

She stepped into the common room to find a large group of second years playing what appeared to be a game of hide and go seek. Then she saw Harry, dead asleep in an armchair near the fire, oblivious to everything around him. She smiled at the picture he presented and then went to wake him up. He had one hour before he had to go down to the change rooms for the game. Ron would never forgive Hermione if she left their best and only seeker asleep in the common room.

He opened his eyes and smiled when he saw her face. "Morning, nice to see you smiling for a change." Then he sat up quickly and looked frantically for his watch. "What time is it?"

"You have an hour before you need to start getting ready for the game. Don’t worry." She sat down on the chair arm and smiled down at him.

"Plenty of time then." He stood up and walked to the portrait hole. She looked at him with a puzzled expression. "We have just enough time for me to give you a quick flying lesson." Harry had made it his mission that year to teach Hermione how to fly and how to play quidditch. Ron helped a bit when he wasn’t busy with everything else he had to do that year.

The pair walked through the halls and outside to the broom shed, where Harry’s broom was locked with the other Gryffindor Quidditch equipment. He also grabbed on of the newer school brooms and the two walked to the pitch. Harry stopped and waited for Hermione to get on the broom and up into the air and then he followed her. She knew some basics, like how to get the broom off the ground but after that, she was hopeless in the air.

"Alright, that’s good Hermione," Harry said as they held still five feet above the pitch. "You no longer hold it with a death grip, you seem more comfortable now." Hermione nodded determinedly and relaxed her hands a bit on the handle. "Now, let’s go a bit higher and we can work on your turning OK" Again she nodded.

The brooms moved twenty feet higher and Hermione smiled weakly at Harry when he grinned. "Now you have to relax and just let your body and the broom go. It’s more an instinct then a skill to flying a broom."

"Yeah, for you maybe," Hermione retorted and grabbed a tighter hold as her body wobbled on the broom. Harry did a couple loops around her, checking her posture, her grip and her seat on the broom, correcting as he went along.

"OK, I think you can actually fly around now. Take the broom, and circle the pitch, controlling the broom just the way I showed you on the ground last week. That’s it Hermione, your doing good." He followed her close behind, watching that she was still confident. "I think we can speed up a bit now. Just do what I showed you now." Hermione leaned forward as she had seen Harry do many times and was surprised and pleased when the broom picked up speed.

They flew around the pitch twice more, adding a little speed each time. Hermione loosened her death grip on the handle and started enjoying herself. She could see why they talked about it so much. She smiled at Harry and added a huge burst of speed, passing a startled Harry once before he moved to catch up. He motioned her to stop, which she did reluctantly.

"I don’t know why I was so against this before." She smiled happily at him; "This is so much fun!" She went to move forward again but Harry looked at his watch and started descending to the pitch.

"We have to finish for today Hermione, I have to go start getting ready for the Quidditch match now." They landed and Harry collected the brooms and they walked to the broom shed to store the school broom. Harry would be taking his Firebolt to the change room for the match.

They walked back to the castle together and parted ways in the great hall, Hermione to return to the Gryffindor tower and Harry to head to the change rooms to get ready for the match. It was Gryffindor against Slytherin in the first game of the season.

Hermione entered the tower, and made her way up to her room to change into warmer clothes to sit through the match. She also had to find someone to sit with since everyone else had other things to do. Ron, Harry and Ginny would be playing, Neville was helping score keep, Seamus was the new announcer after Lee Jordan had left and his friend Dean Thomas always sat in the booth with him. Parvati and Lavender had taken to sitting behind the Gryffindor bench last year and that left Hermione all alone sitting up high to actually see the match. That was another reason Harry was teaching her to play and to fly, so she wouldn’t be all alone at matches and practices.

Hermione collected her warmest sweater and her woolen cloak to sit on and went back to the common room to wait for someone to walk down to the pitch with. Ever since she had collapsed in the great hall, she had been ordered by Harry and Ron never to walk alone if she could help it. A couple of fourth year girls wandered down from dorm and Hermione joined them for the walk to the pitch.

They arrived and Hermione immediately sought out a high up seat to watch the match from. It would be starting soon so she settled down in her seat to wait. About ten minutes’ later Seamus’ voice roared over the pitch.

"Welcome to the first match of another exciting year of Quidditch at Hogwarts School of witch craft and wizardry. Playing today will be the house champions from last year. The Gryffindor Lions!" Much cheering followed this and Seamus waited until it died down before continuing. "Their first victims..."

"Finnigan!" McGonagall's voice appeared now with a warning tone.

"OK then their opponents. The Slytherin Serpents!" Many boos followed this along with some minor cheering from the green section of the stands. "Now let me present this years winning side for Gryffindor. Weasley, Weasley, Bell, Creevy, Creevy, Bowden and Potter!" The seven Gryffindor players each ran onto the pitch as their names were called out. Seamus didn’t bother introducing them by their first names since they had all played for Gryffindor the previous year and everyone knew them.

"And playing this year for Slytherin. Malfoy, Zambini, Parkinson, Bole, Aude, Flint and Riddle!" The team ran onto the pitch followed by many boos and a few cheers from their own side. "I see Malfoy has drastically changed the line up this year, opting for some seconds years to replace those he kicked off last year."

"Finnigan," McGonagall's voice came again.

"All right, all right, not kicked off, just replaced. The referee has just entered the pitch and is motioning the captains to shake hands." Ron and Draco walked forward determinedly and shook hands quickly before returning to their teams.

Madam Hooch blew the whistle and both teams shot into the air. The balls were tossed out and the game began. Hermione watched as Harry shot around looking for the Snitch, followed closely behind by Draco. She was so intent on watching them; she was ignoring Seamus until after Gryffindor scored twice quickly.

"Nice goal by Gryffindor chaser Weasley. Zambini didn’t even see that thing coming..." She tuned out the announcements again and resumed watching the action through Omnioculars. She winced as both Bludgers shot past Harry followed closely behind by the Creevy brothers. Suddenly Harry shot into a steep dive, followed by Draco.

"I believe the snitch has been sighted. And yes, Potter has caught it, as if there was any doubt. Gryffindor wins 190 to 10." The rest of the Gryffindor team flew down and congratulated Harry on the catch while Malfoy and his team stood back and watched with murderous looks in their eyes.

Hermione rushed down to where the team stood and reached it just as the Slytherin team walked back to their change rooms. Ron slung his arm around her shoulders and she walked back to the castle with him and the rest of the team who were all happily cheering and talking about a party in the tower later that night.

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Hermione sat alone later that night on a sofa in the Gryffindor common room as everyone around her drank butterbeer and laughed and talked about the Quidditch match. Since the team had won, Ron had decided to throw a party in Gryffindor tower to celebrate. It had been going strong for two hours now with no sign of letting up anytime soon.

Hermione reached for a bottle of butterbeer from the table just as Harry walked over and sat down next to her holding two bottles of the sweet drink in his hands. He passed one to her and she accepted it graciously.

"Having a good time Hermione?" Harry asked between sips of his drink.

She opened her bottle and took a sip before answering. "We win every game, why do we always have to celebrate it?" She seemed puzzled which was odd for her since she usually didn’t mind the parties.

Harry slung his arm over her shoulder and smiled at her. "It keeps the team spirit up, besides, Ron would use any excuse to have a party. You should know that." She nodded and settled herself against Harry’s body. He was warm and it made her kind of sleepy and comfortable to sit there next to him. It felt right somehow.

"Wanna know something Hermione?" She nodded sleepily, "The first time I saw you, you reminded me of a ruffled up brown sparrow, chirping at its friends in the trees. You had that bushy brown hair and that know it all attitude, I couldn’t help but think that."

Hermione looked up at Harry with surprised eyes and then smiled. "I think I like that comparison Harry. So I reminded you of a sparrow did I." Suddenly she reached up and kissed him chastely on the lips. Harry was so surprised; it took him a minute to react. When he did, he returned her kiss with vigour. They broke apart when they heard Ron coming over.

He was followed by two fourth year girls simpering and giggling over the tall captain and head boy. Ron had surprised everyone, including himself, by getting twelve O.W.L.s and being named head boy. He settled his lanky frame into a chair across from Harry and Hermione and sent his entourage off with a wave of his hand.

"So, how’s my two best friends doing on this fine night." He grinned at the pair of them and drank from a butterbeer bottle in his hand.

"What’s with the fan club over there?" Hermione pointed to the pair of giggling fourth years who were watching Ron with interest.

Ron smiled and said, "Well, I’m just irresistible that’s all." At this Harry snorted, "So you don’t believe me mister hot shot seeker that you are. And you miss know it all," Ron said as Hermione grinned at him, "who says you know all there is to know." Ron pretended to be incensed but a grin shown through his eyes and the three friends burst out laughing. "So, what’s with you antisocial people tonight?"

"We were talking," Harry said and Hermione settled in closer to him, a gesture Ron didn’t miss. Ron looked at the pair of them with surprise and a hidden happiness for them.

"So, how long has this been going on?" He pretended to be outraged at not knowing but again his eyes betrayed him.

"Not long," was all Harry would say and he dropped a kiss on Hermione’s forehead.

Ron stood up and immediately the two girls perked up and started walking over. "I’ll just leave you two alone then." He winked at them. "My public awaits." With that he walked away, leaving Harry and Hermione alone again.

"Do you think he minds?" Hermione asked worriedly and Harry shook his head. Hermione and Ron had tried going out together in their fifth year and had discovered after about three days that they were better off friends. Since then, Hermione had been worried about finding a boyfriend since she didn’t want to hurt Ron’s feelings.

They watched together as Seamus, Dean and the fourth year girls joined Ron. The group then moved to a corner where the boys talked in loud voices about the match and the girls looked at Ron adoringly.

"OK, this is making me sick, I’m going to go to bed OK Harry." Hermione untangled herself from Harry and stood up. Just as she was about to leave Harry grabbed her wrist.

"Are you gonna be OK Hermione?" he asked in a worried voice.

"I’ll be fine Harry, good night." With that, she kissed him quickly and left for her room. Once there, she took out the bottle of dreamless sleep potion she had taken from the hospital wing and took a dose. Immediately she closed her eyes and was asleep.

Harry watched Hermione go up and then went to his own room. He opened the large book that was lying on his bed and continued reading from where he had stopped the night before. He had discovered this book while Hermione had been unconscious in the hospital wing. It was all about dreams and dream spells. He hoped it held the answers he was desperately looking for.

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Hermione awoke the next morning rested and refreshed. Not a single dream had invaded her subconscious. She got up out of bed, got dressed and went down to the common room. It was empty except for a snoring sixth year and a large amount of empty butterbeer bottles. She walked carefully around the mess and out the portrait hole.

She arrived in the great hall to find both Harry and Ron sitting at the Gryffindor table, their heads bent close over something. She walked up behind them and tapped Ron on the shoulder and he waved his hand as if shooing a fly away. She frowned and shoved him off his chair. He landed in a heap on the floor and was fuming when he got up.

"What the hell did you do that for Hermione." He settled himself back into his chair as Hermione took her place across from them. Harry looked up and smiled at her before taking her hand in his. He gave it a squeeze and then turned back to whatever was on the table.

"Boys!" Hermione said exasperatedly and reached for the plate of toast slices and a bowl of oatmeal. She spread jam on her bread and then turned her attention to what the boys were examining. It appeared to be a small piece of parchment and she immediately recognized it as the Marauders Map.

Harry noticed her looking and quickly folded it up and put it into his pocket. He looked at her sheepishly and then turned to his now cold food. They ate in silence and then Harry and Hermione walked hand in hand back to Gryffindor tower.

They had just about reached the Fat Lady’s painting when Malfoy appeared with Crabbe and Goyle at his side. "Well, isn’t this pleasant Potty out for a walk with his mudblood whore." Crabbe and Goyle both laughed at this but were silenced by a look form Draco.

Ron walked around the corner just as Draco said this and just about jumped him and would have if Harry and Hermione hadn’t stopped him at the last minute. "Eat shit Malfoy!" he said furiously as he pulled himself from Harry’s grip. The trio of Slytherins walked off laughing but not before Draco shot Hermione an odd look.

"What the hell did you stop me for Harry? Didn’t you hear what he called Hermione?!" Ron exclaimed as he brushed his clothes off.

"Yes I heard, and Draco was just trying to provoke a fight to cause Gryffindor to lose points. I didn’t want that and I don’t think Hermione did either." He wrapped his arm around her waist and hugged her close. She put her other arm around Ron’s tense shoulders and the three of them returned to the tower together.

The rest of Hermione’s week followed a similar schedule only with classes and without another one of Draco’s filthy comments. He did continue to sneer at them though but that wasn’t anything new. The only real difference was that Professor Lupin sent out the letters to those students he wanted in his advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Harry, Ron and Hermione had all been asked to join and they did so the next day in class. All continued as normal until the night Hermione ran out of dreamless sleep potion.

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Chapter 7

She stood alone as the scene developed before her. A large room appeared slowly with two large fireplaces on opposite walls. Each held an enormous roaring fire. Tables arranged on a dias formed a horseshoe shape around the center of the room. He sat in a chair at the center point of the tables, surrounded by three serving girls. One on each side and one behind him running her fingers through silver coloured hair. He spoke to them and they would giggle and give answers to his words. She felt like she was intruding and moved forward to apologize when she realized that she was not apart of the scene.

She heard then a large door open and watched in stunned silence as someone strode purposefully into the hall. He walked up to the where the three girls and their lord sat and waited silently.Five minutes passed until one of the girls looked up and made a sound of exclamation causing the other three to glance up. He saw him standing there, and sent the three girls away with a wave of his hand. They walked away slowly and out of the room, towards where the kitchens would be.

He stood up for the table and moved around to greet the man in the center. They stared at each other before they both reached out and clasped the others wrist and shook.

"Well I haven’t seen you around for a while." Draco walked back to where his plate sat and took a piece of meat from it and ate.

"Having a large group of muggles chasing you for crimes of witchcraft generally makes one go into hiding. Did you know a group of centaurs are living in your forest." Harry followed him and sat down on the edge of the dias.

"As a matter of fact, I did know about the centaurs. Their leader approached me about living there five years ago when they found out I was a wizard. I created an area that’s protected for them and they provide me with certain things I request from time to time in exchange." He put his foot up on the dias next to Harry and leaned over, casually eating his lunch.

"Did you also know, that there is a witch living at the edge of your woods and is treating your peasants?" Harry pulled his sword from the sheath at his side and began to sharpen it.

"That I did not know. How very intriguing, I must find out who she is. How did you find out?" He straightened up as he said this and began to pace quickly around the area.

"I was walking in the woods and found her digging up potions ingredients. At first I thought she was a muggle peasant looking for food but she pulled her wand on me and then I knew." Harry continued sharpening his sword.

She stood watching this exchange with some interest and stepped closer to hear it better. She stumbled over her own feet and went sprawling to the ground in a heap of cotton and wool. Her hood fell over her eyes and by the time she got it off again; the two men were leaving the hall.

Everything faded away and the area was filled with an eerie presence. She spun around in the darkness, trying to identify who ever it was. Then an evil laughter filled the air and she fell to the ground, screaming as pain filled her head.

"Please..." she pleaded through moans, "Make it stop... please stop!" She clutched her head in her hands and everything went black.

Hermione woke up with a scream, causing Lavender and another girl to rush from their beds towards her. They looked at her sitting there, trembling in fear and Lavender quickly sent the other girl to light a candle.

"Hermione, what’s wrong, what happened?" Lavender sat on the bed next to Hermione.

"Nothing.... Just a silly nightmare. Scared me good I guess." Hermione shrugged the attention off; wishing the two girls would go away. Lavender gave her a long hard look before leaving her alone in her bed. Hermione found her stuffed bear, the one she kept on her bed, and cuddled it close. She had had it since she was a baby and even though it was old and ratty, she still brought it with her every year to Hogwarts.

Hermione lay back down on her pillow; the bear still held tight in her arms and pulled the comforter up close. She looked at the roof of her bed for a long time. Soon though, sleep overcame her and she slept a dreamless sleep.

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Hermione sat quietly in charms the next afternoon, doodling mindlessly on her parchment while Professor Flitwick explained fairy conjuring charms. He proceeded to summon and then banish a group of five chattering fairies. He then explained exactly how it was done and set the rest of the time to conjure up five fairies each. Then they had to banish them properly.

Hermione tried to summon her fairies but every time she tried, something went wrong and she got pixies. Flitwick noticed this as pixies started zooming around the room and quickly taught everyone a pixie banishing spell. The class ended soon afterward with Hermione still trying halfheartedly to summon her fairies. She didn’t even notice class ending until Harry got her attention and they left the class hand in hand.

Harry walked Hermione to her Arithmancy class and left her at the door with a kiss and then proceeded to his own Divination class. He had no clue as to why he still took it, just that it was something he started and intended to finish it. He arrived just in time and slipped into a chair beside Ron. Trelawney swept into the room, trailing at least three shawls in her wake. She settled down into her large chair by the fire.

"Good morning my dears. Today we will continue our lessons on scrying using mirrors. Please get out you textbooks and turn to page 648." She proceeded to explain how mirrors were used and Harry tuned her out as usual.

He thought back over the events of the past month when he had first learned about Hermione’s dreams. She had told him they had started in their fifth year but had only gotten more intense this year. He pondered over what might be causing her dreams and then remembered the pendent. She had found it right before the dreams began, could it be causing them?

Ron prodded him in the side and he looked up. "Were starting the practical part now Harry. Go get a mirror." Harry saw that Ron had gone to get a mirror already and he quickly went for one himself. He settled himself back down in his seat; his mirror set up on the table in front of him.

"Now dears, open your mind to the vibrations in this room and peer into the mirror..." Trelawney stopped speaking when Neville interrupted her.

"Professor, aren’t we supposed to use a crystal to help us with this type of divination?" he asked timidly.

"Ah... yes..... You are. Thank you Mr. Longbottom. Five points to Gryffindor." She stumbled over her words in shock at forgetting a key element. "I did not mention it just to see if anyone was paying attention." Harry and Ron both had to contain their laughter at the flighty professor’s words.

"Collect a pink crystal from the shelve and return to your seats please." She bustled around; correcting set ups at the various student tables and then returned to the front.

"Now, open your inner eye and peer into the mirror. You will see shapes and symbols, use pages 651 to 658 to define their meanings." She began to wander around, straightening various bits of equipment on the shelves and answered the occasional question from a student.

"Can you see anything Harry?" Ron whispered as he pretended to look into his own mirror.

"Nope, you?" Harry answered and Ron shook his head. Harry peered down as Trelawney walked by and was surprised to see Hermione's face fill the glass. He was so startled he gasped and the picture faded. Trelawney zeroed in on the sound.

"What do you see?" she asked eagerly, "An omen of death perhaps?" Ron made a face behind he back and Harry had to control his face so as not to reveal it.

"I saw the shadow of a..." He quickly pictured on of the pages in his book and pulled an image from it. "...A bird." Trelawney looked disappointed at this.

"A bird means good fortune. Keep looking to see if it will show you what kind." With that she turned away and moved over to Lavender and Parvati’s table. They were still her best students.

Harry focused on the glass again and Hermione’s face appeared. She looked frightened and slowly the picture drew back to reveal her entire form. She was backing away from something and it looked like she was pleading with whoever or whatever it was. Then a flash of yellow filled the mirror and Hermione’s image crumpled to the floor. Then a shadow form wrapped in a hooded cloak walked into the picture, picked her up in it arms and carried her away. Then the mirror went blank.

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Ron opened the door and stepped out, encountering Draco on the other side. Ron quickly closed the door behind him and straightened his robes before grinning at Draco.

"So Malfoy, what brings you here. I don’t see anyone with you. Dare I say you might be here for a little solo work." He went to step around Draco but was blocked.

"Well Weasley, what might your adoring public say if they knew about this. I see it now: Hogwarts Head Boy Caught Corrupting Underage Witches." Draco sneered at his enemy and looked up at his obviously finger mused hair.

"What underage witch. I don’t see one here." His grin faltered slightly but he recovered. Just then the door behind him opened to reveal a small room. From it stepped a pretty 6^th year Ravenclaw prefect. She was hastily buttoning her blouse and straightening her skirt. She brushed back mused up hair from her flushed face. Her eyes sparkled as she looked up to find the two boys right in front of her.

"Uh.... Bye." She ran off down the hall, doing up the clasps on her robes as she went. Ron grinned at Draco and left him standing there while Ron walked back to the Gryffindor tower whistling.

He arrived and cheerfully said the password, "Pumpkin Juice," and crawled through the hole. He maneuvered around the various people on the floor and sat down on a sofa next to a distracted Harry.

"Hey Harry, whatcha doin’?" Ron grinned at Harry and then prodded him in the side when no answer came.

"Ow, what’d you do that for," Harry complained and then slipped back into his thoughts. Ron shrugged and gave up, instead finding Ginny sitting with her friends and dragged her into a chess match.

Harry glanced up and watched Ron drag his sister to the chessboard and a fierce battle ensued. Harry went back to that morning’s Divination class and to what the mirror had showed him. He had searched for any reference in his text that the mirror would show entire scenes and not just symbols and had found nothing. He had been tempted for a second to ask Trelawney but had vetoed that quickly. The only way to figure this out would be to spend some time in the divination section of the library.

He gave up his thoughts for the time and walked over to watch the chess match, which seemed to be turning to a war between the siblings. He saw both sides had been crippled considerable. Ron had his king, a rook, a knight and a pawn left. Ginny had her queen, both rooks, a bishop and a pawn remaining. Ron was currently trying to kill the pawn but ever time he tried, Ginny would move it or put his king in check to force him too not to kill the pawn. Ginny on the other hand was very close the checkmate and would have it in three moves if Ron couldn’t stop her.

Three moves later, Ginny checkmated Ron and the game ended. Ron stood up grumbling about never being defeated and walked away in a sulk. His sister on the other hand was ecstatic. "That’s what you get for teaching me all your moves Ron." The she stuck her tongue out t his retreating form and returned to where her friends were.

Harry watched Ron walk away and decided to leave him alone. He turned and left the common room and walked down to the library. Only one other person was there besides Madam Pince and that was Professor Lupin, who had a large book pulled from the restricted section and was going over something inside it. He sensed Harry looking at him and looked up with a smile.

"Hello Harry, what brings you here tonight? I myself am trying to prepare a lesson for the first advanced defense against the dark arts class." He closed the tome and set it aside, "You look like someone with a problem Harry, care to tell me about it."

Harry sat down across from his professor and debated how to start. "I saw something in Divination today. We are learning how to use mirrors for scrying and I saw something in mine. Only it was a scene that played out not the symbols Professor Trelawney told us to expect. I have never seen anything in Divination before this, it was very weird."

"What did you see Harry?" Lupin looked intrigued.

"I saw Hermione. She was afraid, like someone was threatening her. Then a yellow flash filled the mirror and Hermione fell to the ground, unconscious. Then a shadowy figure came and picked her up. Then the mirror went blank." Harry looked up with worried eyes at Lupin. "Is it a view of the future?"

Lupin stayed silent for some time before answering. "It might have been Harry, but you did say mirrors are only supposed to show symbols not scenes like you saw. I’m sorry I can’t help you and I’m not going to ask if you asked Professor Trelawney about this since she would be absolutely no help either."

Harry stood up dejectedly and went to walk away when Lupin stopped him. "Harry let me know if anything like this happens again OK And Harry, something is amiss with Hermione, try to find out what. I can sense powerful magic around her that’s not hers, but I can’t place it." Lupin then got up and left the library with his book in his hand and Harry puzzled over what he had just said.

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Hermione sat on her bed, her pensieve in front of her. It was filled with a silvery white fluid type substance and she peered into it, watching the scenes play over and over. Since Draco had stolen her Dream Journal, she had been using the pensieve to record her dreams. She had had to place several spells on it to make sure no one could see the dreams it held.

She swirled and watched herself meet the dream Draco on her way to the village. This had been the first dream with Ginny in it and she felt it must mean something then but so far had nothing. She ended the sequence and pushed the pensieve away from her. It was annoying her that she, the smartest student at Hogwarts, could not figure it out. She sighed and sealed the pensieve and placed it in her nightstand. Then she dug out her transfiguration text from her bag to read about the next day’s assignment.

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