Past Love (Marauders Era)

Nightmares, Broomrides and Swimming.

*Hermione's Dream* (Hermione's POV)

I could feel the pain course through my body as Bellatrix pointed her wand at me yelling, 'CRUCIO!' She laughed hysterically as she watched me writhing around on the cold stone floor of Malfoy Manor. It felt like a thousand white-hot knives were piercing through every inch of my skin causing me excruciating pain. I couldn't hold it in any more so I began to scream as Bellatrix cast the Cruciatus Curse at me again. It felt like my head was going to burst due to the intense pain she was inflicting on me. At least it was me and not Harry or Ron, who were like my brothers... I'd rather be in this pain for the rest of my life than let them go through this. I opened my eyes as Bellatrix lifted the spell as smiled wickedly at me as I glared up at her.

"It's time for you to get what you deserve, you filthy little MUDBLOOD!" Bellatrix screeched as she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled at it making me wince.

"Do what you want to me! I won't tell you anything!" I yelled.

"Are you sure about that?" She asked as she pointed to the door that opened revealing Greyback who dragged a man and a women in behind him before dropping them on the floor. No!

"MUM?! DAD?!" I screamed as I saw who the people were. "LET THEM GO!"

"No. I think we can have some fun here." Said Bellatrix as she pointed her wand at my mother. "AVADA KADAVRA!"

*End of Dream*

(Hermione's POV)

"MUM!!" I screamed as I shot up in my bed. I was shaking violently from the nightmare and I was gasping for air. I could feel my pajamas sticking to my skin as I was covered in sweat. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 10 o'clock in the morning. I shakily pulled back my covers and walked over to my bathroom before showering. After I was clean, I wrapped my red fluffy towel around myself before I left the bathroom. I dried myself quickly and got changed into a clean green bra and matching pants before I began to rummage around in my wardrobe for something decent to wear. I pulled out a pair of black leggings, a purple checkered button-up shirt and my purple sneakers and got changed. I dried my hair with a flick of my wand and kept it down in its natural curls before pocketing my wand. I quickly fed Oreo before I grabbed my broom and left my room.

I walked down the numerous corridors and instead of walking into the Great Hall I walked straight outside. As soon as I stepped outside I stopped walking and mounted my broom before I kicked off from the ground. I began to fly around the school grounds. This was the only way I could relax after a nightmare. I loved the way the cool morning breeze made my hair blow out behind me and made me feel free.

I glanced at my watch and was shocked to see that it was already 12 o'clock! I had been riding on my broom for over an hour and a half!! I missed riding a broom. I made a mental note to make sure that I'd try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team this year. I used to be terrible on a broom in my first year so I decided to teach myself to ride a broom over the summer with the help of Fred and George Weasley, two of my close friends. So after two years of practice, by my third year I was really good on a broom and took part in a lot of Quidditch games with the Weasleys and Harry at the Burrow.

Instead of flying down to the ground I navigated my broom in the direction of my private dormitory. I hovered in front of my bedroom window and pushed it open before I carefully climbed inside. I closed the window behind me and put my broom away before I walked down into the common room. I didn't realise how hungry I was until I felt my stomach rumble loudly. Knowing that dinner was probably already finished I began to walk in the direction of the Hogwarts kitchens. Once I made it down the numerous corridors I snuck towards the familiar portrait of the bowl of fruit. I looked around to make sure that there was no one else around before I reached out and tickled the pear in the portrait and watched as the pear giggled before it transformed into a brass door knob. I turned the door knob and opened the portrait before I quickly walked in closing the portrait door behind me.