Trees ||𝐶.𝐴.𝐷.

Chapter One

There's Juniper^^ you can change her if you want 🏃‍♀️💨

" Juniper!" The yelling gets louder. I can hear my name being called. "JUNIPER!"

It's a male voice, one that I've never heard in person.

"JUNIPER! WHERE ARE YOU!"

I just lye there, vases full of flowers falling around me, water soaking my hair and clothes. The yellow and black robes that were once pressed and tidy, now cut from shards of glass, the yellow seeping with red as I lay there, listening.

"JUNIPER GRANGER! LET ME HELP YOU!"

"Juniper!"

I awake in shock, my entire body covered in sweat. I stare at my sister as she carefully eyes my face, concern swelling up in her eyes.

"Her-Hermione!" I say, taken aback. "What happened?" I ask, already slightly knowing the answer.

"You were having a bad dream again. You kept gasping for air like you were about to drown or something," she says, brushing damp hair out of my face. "Was it the same dream?"

I nod, wiping sweat off my forehead with my hand. "Yeah, except this time the man said 'Let me help you'...he hasn't said that before."

Hermione furrows her eyebrows. "So you're laying in a large room, vases full of water and flowers falling around you, and the only things you can hear are the crashing of the vases and...the voice...correct?"

"Yeah...I have no clue why it keeps coming back or what it means..."

"Maybe once we get to Hogwarts you should ask Dumbledore. He'll know what to do," she says.

I shake my head. "I'm sure it's nothing, 'mione."

"Well, if you says so..."

Yeah right... I think. She's not letting go of this that easy...

Hermione walks out of the room, leaving me to get ready for the day.

Tomorrow we go back to Hogwarts after summer break. Hermione will be starting her fourth year as a Gryffindor while I'll be starting my 6th as a Hufflepuff. We're not that different really, we both love to read and learn, and we're both very determined and dedicated to help our friends. Hermione's just a lot braver than I am, and I'm a little kinder than she is when it comes to people I dislike. Like how she slapped Draco Malfoy in the face last year, I wouldn't have done that, even though I've wanted to ever since he started at Hogwarts.

I'm a little taller than her, with calmer hair and green eyes.

I get out of my bed, my damp shirt sticking onto my arms and stomach from the dream. Walking to the bathroom, I catch sight of my Hogwarts trunk, the edge of one of my ties sticking out of it. My heart quickens in excitement; I've been wanting to go back since I stepped on the train with Hermione on the last day of 5th year. I love it here with my parents, but Hogwarts is my home. All my friends are there, my favorite teachers, the library, the Great Hall... it's everything I could have ever dreamed of.

I take a shower and get dressed, ignoring the nagging feeling that the dream meant something. I've been having it for about a month now, the voice haunting me every time I shut my eyes.

It's nothing, Juniper...

Nothing.

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The next morning

The alarm on my bedside table wails, my eyes shooting open.