an HP drabble for the divine bambu345
I've tortured her. I hope this makes up for it in the tiniest way, love.
It was happening again.
Hermione shook her head hard and just managed to grab her glasses as they flew off her nose. This had to stop. She had a life to live, for goodness sake, a job from which she could afford few distractions. Not that this, this thing could be classed as a distraction - more the ravings of an overworked mind.
She closed her eyes.
Once again the image of an elderly Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape embracing flashed into her thoughts.
A Prophecy? Not if she had any say in it.
She grabbed her wand and ran.