Hermione woke abruptly from her vivid nightmare, screaming into her pillow. She clamped both hands over her mouth to muffle her sobs, grateful that Ginny had inherited the Weasley ability to sleep though anything. Grabbing her wand from the nightstand, the trembling girl tiptoed from the room, tears running liberally down her face.
Though Voldemort had been defeated for nearly a month, Hermione was visited nightly by visions of hooded figures and flashes of green and blood spilling across the cobbled stones of her beloved second home, Hogwarts. They seemed to be getting worse, even though more rogue death eaters were caught daily, and the ma
