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Hey, this is my first fic. This chapter is a little slow, but I think its well written. I hope you all like it. I promise things will move faster in later chapters. I just wanted this one to be, you know, background I guess. Well, I think this sets a good stage for the rest of the fic. Please review!

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Chapter one

It was around five o'clock in the morning when Hermione awoke with a start. She woke due to the nightmare that she had been having ever since she realized that there was only a week until the return to Hogwarts. However, this night, was the last night, that she would be having this dream at home. At eight o'clock today she would depart to King's Cross Station in England to go through platform 9 3/4 and onto the Hogwarts express, where, the thing she had been dreaming about would happen. She would have to face Harry. It wasn't like that talking to Harry was a bad thing, the problem was, she wasn't sure how Harry was yet. She wasn't sure if he was o.k. yet with Sirius's death.

She had been dreaming that in the midst of all the hustle and bustle in Kings Cross Station, Hermione would meet Harry. Except it wasn't exactly Harry. Only a mere shadow of what he used to be. He was pale, his hair actually fell flat, as though, it lost the will to be messy. His eyes were sunken and he was extraordinarily thin. She shuddered at the thought of what he looked like.

That wasn't the worst of the dream. Harry looked up at her, and then shook his head. He then proceeded to run onto the platform, where Hermione, ran after him. She chased him all the way onto the back of the train, but there was no back, it was never-ending. Then the lights went out. Coldness flooded over her. She saw dementors working their way over to her. She frantically looked for her wand, but it was no where to be found. She was stuck. Stuck to face the dementors without her most valuable asset, her wand. She hung her head in dismay, she knew what was coming for her, and there was no way out. She would face the dementors kiss. She felt the clammy hands start to wrap around her neck pulling her up to its hood. Horrible memories were flooding into her mind. Memories of Harry. How he was when he found about Sirius being his godfather, and how Sirius had betrayed his parents, before he really knew Sirius. How Harry looked, and acted when they wouldn't, couldn't fill Harry in with the information about their location when the Order was located in Sirius's house on Grimauld. And the worst of them all, how Harry was, how Harry yelled, cried, and looked for Sirius after he died that night in the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic.

Hermione began to cry. She felt his pain, but to what extent. She knew she could never help Harry, and couldn't understand him. This made the feelings of despair even worse. The dementor lowered his hood with his free hand. Hermione, however, still could not see what was located under that hood. It started to lower its head to Hermione's mouth. Just as it was about to "kiss" her, a shining, silver stag drove the dementors away, and as soon as it had appeared, it was gone. Hermione fell to her knee's and began to cry, just thinking of Harry alone. Hermione had almost been worse than dead, but the only person she was thinking of before that almost happened was Harry. She felt ashamed at herself for not even thinking of Ron, Ginny, Mr. and Mrs. Weasly, and her parents, who also mattered to her as much as Harry did. But then, a booming voice was heard.

"HERMIONE! I KNOW WHAT YOU DID! IT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT THAT SIRIUS DIED! IF YOU HAD JUST HELD ME BACK,CURSED ME, OR EVEN THOUGHT OF SENDING ME TO SNAPE, SIRIUS WOULD STILL BE ALIVE! YOU FOUL MUDBLOOD. I SAVED YOU FROM THE DEMENTORS, BUT DO NOT THINK YOU ARE SAFE! YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN WORSE THAN DEAD, BUT THATS WHAT I WANT,WHAT I WANT IS YOU TO BE DEAD!" With that, Harry turned the lights on with a flick of his wand and stepped out of a shadow.

He pointed his wand at her and continued "I trusted you, you were my friend. You wanted me to suffer didn't you. you wanted me to loose even more of myself. Well, you cannot punish me anymore. I will get my revenge."

"Harry please..." Hermione pleaded with him. "I tried, I really did. Harry you dont mean this. Please..."

But her pleading was too late, as she finished her sentence she looked up at Harry, and he was grinning madly.

"Good bye mudblood." He laughed, his wand still pointing at her. Then he muttered those words. The one that killed his parents and numerous other people. 'Avada Ke...'

That was the end of the dream. Where she always awoke in a cold sweat. That is what Hermione had begun to fear would happen later today at Kings Cross Station.

Hermione took a drink of water, stood up, and shook herself out. She desperately tried to relieve her tense nervous nerves, but nothing was working. She finally decided to straighten up, and make sure that all her books, robes, and other items she would need, were neatly and carefully packed inside her trunk. This way, she was sure she was ready for whatever Hogwarts Express had in store for her later today.

Authors note

Well, what did you think? Never thought Harry would turn on Hermione like that did you? Hm...maybe she only thought of him because she might be harboring feelings for him...who knows? Wink Wink Good chapters to come I promise. Please Review. The more reviews I get, the faster I will update:)