The Darkest of Wishes
Hermione read the hands on the clock; it was 3:54 in the morning. She blinked and rolled over on her stomach trying hard not to think of anything. It wasn't working.
Hermione kept seeing Harry whenever she closed her eyes. His eyes hollowed out, the skin on his face falling off... it was just too much.
Finally, Hermione pushed herself out of bed, and shook all of the thoughts out of her head. If she wasn't able to actually sleep, then she was going to do something with this spare time. She slipped on a pair of slippers and then hurried down to the Slytherin common room.
There was nobody to be found in the common room and she easily made her escape. Making sure to keep an eye out for Filch and Mrs. Norris, Hermione made her way to the library. As soon as she had made it to her destination, she quickly shut the door behind her.
"Not a soul," Hermione whispered to herself as she breathed a sigh of relief.
"There you are Miss Granger."
Hermione whirled around. It was Dumbledore!
"Professor!" Hermione gawked. "I-I... well... study. Yes, I needed to finish a report for Professor Lupin."
"Yes, I am quite sure you do. Especially at 4 o'clock in the morning. Best time to do one's studies, I think." Dumbledore's eyes glittered mischievously.
Hermione didn't know what to say. Obviously she had no paper or quills... she hung her head in shame.
"I must confess," Dumbledore interrupted the silence, "I saw you coming this way, and I could only guess that you were going to the library. And, since you seem to have trouble sleeping, I wanted to give you something that has helped me when I cannot sleep."
Dumbledore started to shift around in his robes and pulled out something brown and hairy. Hermione's eyes widened in confusion.
"It's a dreamcatcher. The old Native American wizards used these to help block out bad dreams. I find that they work quite well." Dumbledore held out the dreamcatcher for Hermione. "All you do is hang it over your head when you sleep."
Hermione reached out slowly and felt the rough animal skin that the dreamcatcher was made out of. She smiled up at Dumbledore, "Thank you."
"You are very welcome," Dumbledore smiled back. "Now, it is exceedingly past your bedtime. I suggest that you go on to bed, Miss Granger."
Dumbledore led Hermione out of the library and they parted ways. As Hermione was heading back to the Slytherin common room, she had the sneaking suspicion that Dumbledore hadn't told her the exact truth. She didn't know why she felt that way, but it just all seemed too coincidental.
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Author's Note : Sorry that took so long. School and stuff. But now that I'm done until January; hopefully I'll be able to update a tad bit more. Hope you enjoyed the chapter! It is very short, but I wanted to update really badly, especially after not updating for a few months.
The next chapter will be longer! Because it involves technically two chapters. :) Thanks to all of my reviewers!
Chapter 15 Entitled:
The Green-Eyed Monster