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Harry ran desperatedly across the fields towards the forbidden forest where he had seen her dissapear into. It was dark but he had somehow managed to avoid tripping over the uneven ground. What is she thinking? he thought angrily ignoring the slight pang of fear that started to creep up his chest. Suddenly he started to feel heavy, he was making a great effort with each step he took but when his legs started to cramp, he ended out crawling his way towards the edge of the forbidden forest.
"Hermione!" Harry cried out and gasped, it hurt to breathe, and he couldnt move. gathering all the strenght he could manage he pulled himself with his hands until he could no longer see the starry sky and stopped, he was feeling dizzy and huge sweatdrops fell over his eyes, making it difficult to see. "Hermione!" he called weakly still determined to find her, "where are--oh"
and there she was, in the middle of a clearing, standing with her back on him, moonlight powring down on her like silver rain. she was wearing that pretty white dress, the white dress...
Harry wanted to move, to get at her and get out of that damned place, he could feel something terrible was about to happen, and the fear that had crawled up his chest gripped his gut painfully.
And then she turned to see him and smiled, that beautiful, kind smile that was only Hermione's, and Harry saw, with horror, that the front of her dress was splattered with blood, yet she didnt look hurt.
A tall dark figure appeared behind her, she didnt seem to notice this and kept smiling at Harry, the blood on her dress spreading on its whiteness, slowly turning it into deep red. and Harry realized that it was him, and he was going to kill her.
The Dark Lord raised his wand at her and whispered a curse that shot a beam of red light out of the tip of his wand. it caught Hermione from behind and Harry watched as she screamed and rocked back and forth, falling to her knees and writhing in agonizing pain. her screams mixed with his and a cold laughter could be heard from far away. Make it stop, Harry begged, tears streaming down his face from the hot, blinding pain from his scar, or from watching her suffer, he didnt know, Please make it stop...
After what felt like an eternity, the screams died away but Harry was still growling and howling with rage on the ground. he was looking from the Dark Lord to Hermione, from the dark figure that shook slightly with laughter to the fright-shivering girl on the ground. If only he could get up and fight him...
but then the Dark Lord had avanced on them and was once again pointing his wand at Hermione, she did not look up as the beam of bluish light got her. Harry watched, unable to make a sound, how the girl got up and shakily walked towards him, wand in hand and was now pointing it at him...
Harry looked up at her, she seemed unreal, a dark halo over her head, making her look angelically evil. a wicked smile played on her small pink lips, but her eyes where absent, almost dreamy-like.
the aching on his gut was unbearable, Harry let out a choked breath as a flash of green light flashed from the tip of Hermione's wand.
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"HARRY!" Harry bolted upright and screamed when he saw Hermione's face, making her and Ron jump backwards in fear and Harry blinked, looking around frantically as realization slowly downed on him. It had just been a nightmare. A horribly vivid nightmare.
"It's okay Harry, its just us," Ron said in a voice that one used when he tried to reach out to a scared, and very dangerous hyppogriff, "it was just a bad dream, mate."
Harry silently nodded and studied their faces, Ron looked paper-white in the candlelit room and his blue eyes where wide with concern. Hermione, sitting on the bed in front of him had teary eyes, and looked at him with a trembling lip. A huge wave of relief swept over him and he let out a long breath, realizing that he had been holding it in, and also that his shirt was stuck to his chest and back with sweat.
"Sorry" he said, trying to find his voice but it came hoarse from the screaming... had he been screaming? he suddenly felt embarrassed... They must think I'm losing it, he thought sourly, I really do think I AM losing it.. but there was not much time to think about it because Hermione had thrown her arms around his neck and was sobbing against his sweaty neck. Harry looked down at her startled and didnt know much as to pat her in the back awkwardly and looked up at Ron
"We don't think you're crazy, Harry," he said as if he had read his thoughts, "It must really suck to have nightmares so bad all the time.." the red-head gave him a small reassuring smile and Harry nod at him, he looked down at Hermione again and thought of the dream, it had looked so real, and she was going to kill him...He suddenly felt violently sick and wrapped his arms a little tight around her shaking body. Would he use them against him? would Voldemort torture his friends to the point that he'd die because of them?
Thoughts of the like assaulted him for the rest of the night, eventually Ron announced that he would go back to bed and Hermione fetched Harry a dreamless sleep potion, and the last thing he thought before sleep craddled him in its gentle arms was a vow to himself.
He would never let the dark lord harm in any way the ones he loved.