To that, Hermione paused. The dreams were private, she hadn’t shared them with anyone, not even Harry or Ron, but slowly she looked at Bellatrix before turning back to fix the tea. "The Department of Mysteries, mostly," she admitted. "But sometimes it’s in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, or I’m entangled in Devil’s Snare, and no matter how much I try to relax, the vines are tightening around me."