The Dream
Harry woke with a start and immediately clamped a hand to his forehead. His scar was burning dully. Harry closed his eyes, trying to remember his dream. He�d been having the same one for a month now. He had been looking for something in the Forbidden Forest. Suddenly he had stopped. His parents were there. They smiled at him. In a flash of green light, they were gone. In their place was the man who had haunted Harry�s dreams for years. The chalk-like skin and glowing red eyes could only belong to Lord Voldemort. Voldemort had lifted his hand to point at Harry. Harry�s scar burned as it never had before. He felt if it had gone on any longer, it surely would have killed him.
Getting up, Harry looked in his mirror. There he was, pale in the face, but okay. It was just a dream, he tried to tell himself. But he had learned last year that there was no such thing as �just a dream.� He picked up the photo album Hagrid had given him in his first year and opened it. There were his parents, smiling up at him.
Should he tell someone? Ron? No, if he told Ron, the whole Weasley family would know. He couldn�t stand to have them worry about him. Hermione? He went red and tried to hide his face, even though there was no one there.
The truth was that he had thought of Hermione a lot that summer. Thinking of her again temporarily put thought of Voldemort out of his head. He thought of the last time he had seen her. Had it only been a month ago? She had kissed him on the cheek. It probably meant nothing. After all, they were friends. Yet, Harry couldn�t stop thinking about her. He wondered what she was doing. Looking at the clock, he realized it was 3:00 in the morning and Hermione was probably asleep.
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Harry couldn�t have known that Hermione was also awake. She had her old Divination book out and was looking at the section on dreams. She normally didn�t believe in Divination, but she couldn�t think of anything else that would help her.
The dream started out normal. She�d had dreams about the forest all the time. But things didn�t stay normal. Harry was standing there. Hermione walked toward him. He was staring at something, a woman with red hair and a man. A man who looked exactly like Harry! Were they his parents? Then, in a flash of green light, they were gone. In their place was a thin man with chalk white skin and blood red eyes. Though she had never seen him before, Hermione knew who it was. You-Know-Who, Lord Voldemort.
There was nothing in the book! Its section on dreams was all about how to spot death omens. Hermione was glad her dream wasn�t listed there. She cared about Harry and didn�t want him to die.
Should she tell someone about the dream? Ron? No, he would think she was suffering from homework overload. Harry? Definitely not. She hadn�t talked to him or sent him an owl since last year. She was too embarrassed about the way she�d said good-bye. Why did she kiss him? Why didn�t he send her a letter?
Why did he have to be so cute? She blushed at this last thought. She�d always loved him, ever since she�d seen his picture in a book. In fact she felt like she had loved him even before then. She couldn�t explain this. She felt she could understand anything, except her love for Harry.
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