So hey guys, this is my first fanfiction, like ever, so go on and hate because idgaf! Um yeah, I'll try to update every week or so… ish. YUP ENJOOOY and any suggestions, I already have an idea for this story, but it's general, so any suggestions would be great
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Ginny came down the stairs of her flat to get a glass of water at midnight. Her fuzzy red slippers made barely a sound on the wood flooring, yet she still managed to make quite a racket, though I suppose you couldn't blame her for walking into a wall. She went into the kitchen only to see the lights turned on.
"You should stop studying, 'Mione, it's getting late," Ginny told Hermione while rubbing her eyes. "I know that Auror training starts in a month, but honestly, it's late, just get to bed." Hermione and Ginny had been sharing a flat after the war, but Hermione never seemed to sleep with all the weird dreams she'd been getting lately. She mostly blamed them on the emotional and physical trauma she had to deal with, but these dreams just felt so weird.
"Fine, Gin, I'll go to bed in a minute, just give me a second to pack up all these books." She replied, rising from the kitchen table. She had been studying the origin of her dreams, if they represented anything, even though she didn't really believe Professor Trelawny or anything, she was checking just to make sure. She also didn't want to have some sort of connection to a wizard through a Horcrux like Harry did with Voldemort. Better safe than sorry!
The main characters of some of her dreams didn't seem like any magical creatures she had read about in her textbooks from class, and this was starting to be a little bit scary. There were things in the corners of her eyes that she was afraid to look at, and she was always thinking of a red headed lady, though she always shrugged those off as premonitions of the future Ginny.
Every night she would wake up from these dreams with screaming and thrashing, which she managed to hide after a while, and she lied to Ginny every time if she ever asked if the dreams were still happening. Her situation was actually quite familiar to Harry's way back in Hogwarts days, and she had already researched how to Occlude her mind. I need Snape's help; she thought to herself, and then realized he had been killed. Where else am I going to find a master in occluding? Snape and Dumbledore were killed... Maybe I should get in contact with Durmstrang to see if they have any teachers who can help.