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It didn't take Fred long to fall asleep. She was tired from everything that'd happened over the course of a few short days. The moment she fell asleep, Fred started to dream. She was standing in front of a crowd o people, all them solemn looking and sitting in chairs outside. It looked like a funeral to her but she didn't see a casket.
Turning around, she could see a massive castle in the distance. Fred tried to step toward it but something pulled her back. Instead, she turned and started to walk through the crowd, most of them ignoring her but one of them was looking at her. An older man, who was sitting by a girl with pink hair.
"She's over there," he said, pointing to the other side of the aisle. Fred turned and went in that direction. She slipped by the boy she'd seen before in the vision she had with Hermione and stopped when she saw her girlfriend crying, and being comforted by a red-hair boy.
"Hermione," she whispered before kneeling beside them. "What's wrong? Did something happen?" Fred reached out and softly touched Hermione's curly hair but she didn't turn to look at her.
"This is all his fault," the raven-haired boy said. Fred remembered his name was Harry. "Snape did this. Now we have to leave."
"Who's Snape?" Fred asked, her fingers still tangled in Hermione's hair.
"He killed Professor Dumbledore and now we have to leave," Harry said, standing from the chair.
Hermione and the other boy stood too and Fred watched for a moment, wanting Hermione to come back. She said her name but the other girl wouldn't stop walking away and Fred felt an ache in her heart.
"Hermione?" she sobbed out as she opened her eyes. They were still in the motel room and Hermione was still beside her. Fred moved closer and buried her face in her hair. "Hermione…don't leave me."
It didn't take Fred long to fall asleep. She was tired from everything that'd happened over the course of a few short days. The moment she fell asleep, Fred started to dream. She was standing in front of a crowd o people, all them solemn looking and sitting in chairs outside. It looked like a funeral to her but she didn't see a casket.
Turning around, she could see a massive castle in the distance. Fred tried to step toward it but something pulled her back. Instead, she turned and started to walk through the crowd, most of them ignoring her but one of them was looking at her. An older man, who was sitting by a girl with pink hair.
"She's over there," he said, pointing to the other side of the aisle. Fred turned and went in that direction. She slipped by the boy she'd seen before in the vision she had with Hermione and stopped when she saw her girlfriend crying, and being comforted by a red-hair boy.
"Hermione," she whispered before kneeling beside them. "What's wrong? Did something happen?" Fred reached out and softly touched Hermione's curly hair but she didn't turn to look at her.
"This is all his fault," the raven-haired boy said. Fred remembered his name was Harry. "Snape did this. Now we have to leave."
"Who's Snape?" Fred asked, her fingers still tangled in Hermione's hair.
"He killed Professor Dumbledore and now we have to leave," Harry said, standing from the chair.
Hermione and the other boy stood too and Fred watched for a moment, wanting Hermione to come back. She said her name but the other girl wouldn't stop walking away and Fred felt an ache in her heart.
"Hermione?" she sobbed out as she opened her eyes. They were still in the motel room and Hermione was still beside her. Fred moved closer and buried her face in her hair. "Hermione…don't leave me."