The Harry Potter Protection Program ✔️

Chapter Four ~ Trust the helping hands

Hermione's POV

I woke up suddenly from my nightmare, panting and in a cold sweat. It was about the Battle of Hogwarts and seeing all my friends die in front of me without being able to do anything.

To some it may seem like I'm overreacting or something, but it isn't a joke, to me that's what scares me (other things too, but this wasn't the time) and people need to understand that.

I didn't want to wake any of my friends up to talk with them about the things they were scared of as well, so I decided to go to McGonagall, someone who I trust and know can maybe help me.

It wasn't a terribly long walk from my dorm to McGonagall's office, but it did take some time, especially with trying not to be caught out of bed after curfew.

I approached her office and stood outside for a bit, trying to think of what the password might be, before finally deciding on one.

I spoke the password and quietly made my way to her office. When I got there I was surprised to see the lights on and hear noise coming from within.

"Hello? Headmistress?" I knocked, I heard things being rustled around.

"Come in." McGonagall spoke after a bit. I slowly opened the door and walked inside, taking a seat in front of her desk.

I saw papers and files around the room, as well as some new furniture and decorations. I could only assume she had been organizing things before I had come in.

"What brings you here so late at night?" McGonagall asked in a kind, but slightly strict voice.

"Well, you see, I had this nightmare, about the Battle of Hogwarts, and I just wanted someone to talk to it about. Someone who was older or had more experience instead of putting it into others my age who are still coping with things." I explained, she nodded thoughtfully.

"I see, but I think I have someone much better to send you to."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, Professor Prince might have some better advice for you and might be better help." she explained, I resisted the urge to ask her why, knowing that it would be a little rude.

"Ah, okay." I nodded, I stood up and made my way to Professor Prince's room.

This trip also didn't take too long. Soon I was standing in front of Professor Prince's private quarters door. I hesitated before knocking.

"Um, Professor? It's Hermione Granger. I was hoping to talk with you." I called out after a second.

I heard rustling as I assume he got out of bed. There were footsteps before Professor Prince stood in front of me in grey sweat pants and a plain blue t-shirt.

"What can I help you with?" he asked in a voice that made me sure he hadn't actually been sleeping yet.

"Well, I had this nightmare about the Battle last year, so I went to Headmistress McGonagall, but she told me to go to you." I explained, his eyes softened a little.

He stood back and opened the door wider, motioning for me to come in.

After I was in, he closed the door and lead me into the living room.

"Have a seat." he motioned to the couch and comfy looking chairs. "Would you like anything to drink?"

"I'm good, thank you." I replied as I took a seat on one of the comfy chairs.

"Alright then." he took a seat in the comfy chair across from mine. "What's up?"

"Well..." I was hesitant to tell him, but at the moment he looked very trustworthy, and if Headmistress McGonagall suggested to go to him, he couldn't be a Deatheater.