A Whole New Beginning (Completed)

Chapter 3

'It was just a dream,' Harry thought, throwing the blanket off of him and wiping the sweat off of his face. 'Hermione's fine.'

He pressed his hands against his temple as he waited for his heart rate to slow. When it finally returned to its normal rate he stood up from his bed, put his glasses on and opened his window, closing his eyes when the fresh air hit his face.

'What is going on with me lately?' he thought, letting out a deep breath as he did so. 'First, I kiss Hermione, then there was that weird moment at Hogwarts, now I'm dreaming about her?'

He shook his head, brushing off the thought. He had no idea why this was occurring, but, he and Hermione have already made amends. He wasn't going to let these issues affect that.

'I'm just not going to think about it,' he thought, closing his window. 'If I stop thinking about it, then, maybe, all of this will go away.'

He took his glasses back off and returned to his bed, staring straight up at the dark ceiling.

'Voldemort had Hermione.'

'It was just a dream. Hermione's fine. She's with the Weasley's.'

He let out another breath and pressed his hands to his temple again, knowing that there was no way he was getting any sleep tonight. He pulled his sheets off, turned the light beside his bedside on and started to write three separate letters. He finished the first two rather quickly and spent more time on the third one he was writing.

When he finished writing the letters, he tied them to Hedwig's leg and sent her off, watching her until she disappeared. He then closed his window and returned to his bed, hoping for a few more hours of sleep.

Of course, that wasn't the case.

Every time he closed his eyes, visions of the graveyard or the dream he just had occurred. He woke up each time covered in sweat. Eventually, he just gave on sleep for the night and laid in his bed, thinking things over as he did so.

'It's going to be a long break,' he thought.

*****

"Good morning, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said, walking into the kitchen.

"Good morning, dear. Breakfast will be ready soon."

"Am I the only one awake?" she asked, looking around.

Mrs. Weasley smiled, shaking her head at Hermione. "My children never wake up early. I'm usually the one waking them up. Arthur is at work, and most of the order left last night. I'm assuming Sirius is not a person who wakes up rather early either."

Hermione smiled. "Probably not."

"You have a letter from Harry, dear," she said, picking up the parchment labeled "Hermione". She quickly gave it to Hermione before returning to the stove.

"Thank you," Hermione said, tearing open the parchment. She quickly scanned through the letter, smiling sadly as she did so.

Hermione,

How are you? How's everything going? Everything is ok here. It's the same old same old. I just know that it's going to be a long summer.