Chapter 3 : Strange Dreams
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The dream started off regularly, like any others she had previously had. She was walking down her street, when she came across a book, which looked an awful lot like Malfoy’s journal. She picked it up (author’s note: keep in mind she wasn’t in control of her own body) and opened it to page 176, and there was a big puff of smoke, which kept changing colors that were streaming from the page. Suddenly, out of the mist, formed a dark figure, which changed color with the smoke. She could see it getting bigger, and coming closer to her. She screamed, or felt that she was screaming, but no sound came out. The figure just kept getting closer, until it stepped out of the fog.
Again, Hermione attempted to scream, and again, no noise could be heard from her. As the person, or thing emerged from the color-changing steam, she made it out to be Ben! He was still walking towards her with a glazed look in his eyes. Just then, he started to transform. His eyes became red, and his tongue grew long and thin. His skin turned greenish, and became rougher until it formed scales. His body narrowed, and his arms and legs shrank. Eventually standing before Miss Granger was a very large snake, a cobra most likely.
The cobra slithered up to Hermione, and started to wrap around her leg. She attempted to shake it off, but it refused to let go. The snake had reached her hip, and had a firm grip on her leg still. It squeezed as it eased its way to her waist, and Hermione found she had trouble breathing. The snake continued, until it was about to bite… And Hermione woke up, sweaty and completely disoriented.
She looked at the clock on the wall, which read 5:17, and breathed a sigh of annoyance for waking up so early. She went over to the mirror, and found that her hair was a sweaty, frizzy mess. At least now she had time to take a shower before her day started.
Hermione headed to the bathroom, and turned on the tap to the exact position she always put it. The water poured down on her, and she felt somewhat relieved. That dream had seemed real, and too real for comfort. Hermione washed and brushed her hair with extra vigorousness, making sure to get out all the knots and sweat. “What I need” she whispered “is to talk to Dumbledore about all of this”.
She headed down to the great hall, desperate to take her mind off of her strange dream in any way that she could. Sitting down next to Harry, she sighed. A thought occurred to her, but she just skipped over it, as if it was a piece of news she didn’t want to hear. But she had to hear it. Was she depressed?
“Hello Harry…” Hermione started tiredly.
“Hey Hermione… you look tired,” Harry responded
“Yes, thank you for the compliment. I woke up early, nothing big,” she lied. She really didn’t feel like talking to Harry, or anyone her age about her dream.
“What classes do you have today, guys?” Ron asked as he sat down across from the two Gryffindors.
“Arithmancy, Potions, a few others…” Harry responded, a little upset at the classes he was taking.
“Haven’t checked my schedule sheet yet,” Hermione started “But I know I am taking some sort of History class later today. And how about you, Ronald Weasley?”
“Basically the same as Harry…” Ron started, but was too tempted by the delicious food on the table to continue. Hermione finished off her plate of eggs and toast, brushed off her lap and left the table.
“I need to speak with Dumbledore before classes start, I will see you guys at lunch” Hermione stated before speeding down to the Headmaster’s office.
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Dumbledore heard a knock on his door, and put away the latest message from the ministry to talk to whoever was now banging on the door.
“Come in,” he said in his light, aged voice.
Hermione opened the door, and after being offered to take a seat, did just that. She put her hand on her forehead; she was starting to form a headache.
“What is it you wish to speak with me about, Miss Granger?” the old man asked calmly. He had always been laid back and calm, never worried, and never in a rush.
“Well,” Hermione started, just wanting to receive answers “I had the most bizarre dream yesterday, and I wanted to speak with you about it”. Now thinking about it, Hermione wondered if this was important enough to speak with the headmaster himself.
“Do you have time for this now? I promise to make it short.” She added, out of politeness and the worry that she was speaking to the wrong person.
“Oh no, its perfectly fine,” argued Dumbledore. “Now carry on with this dream… What happened?”
“Well,” Hermione sighed, she was slightly uncomfortable telling the headmaster her dream. “There was a book, and I picked it up. I opened it to a specific page with a number on it, and smoke started billowing out of the paged. I found it quite fear provoking, actually. This smoke, still rapidly excreting from the book, kept changing color. And then, through it, I saw a figure of shadow, which was slowly approaching me. It got larger, and stepped out from the smoke. It looked just like Benjamin Kinston, but different, dead almost…” Hermione faded off, thinking about the creepier version of her Hogwarts classmate.
“He continued to walk towards me, but his appearance began to alter. He began to turn into a snake. Now, through this whole thing I was trying to scream, but-” Hermione was getting so worked up in telling the vivid dream, that she needed to catch her breath.
“But no sound came out. And he completed his transformation into a snake; he slithered up to me, and started to suffocate me. I tried to stop him, I did, but there was nothing I could do. And just as he was about to bite me in the face, I woke up.”
“Hmmm…” pondered the old man. “That does prove to be quite interesting. Why don’t I speak to Professor Trelawney, and I will find out if I can get specific information on signs or something of that sort. But now dear, you must head off to class, and I do have other matters to attend to.”
“Okay,” sighed Hermione. She would just have to tolerate waiting, because that was really all she could do. Heading out of the office, slightly disappointed, Hermione decided she would do everything in her power to distract herself. But right now, she needed to get to class.
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