There, in the dreaming world of her mind, she found herself back in a familiar place. It began slow, with her sitting in McGonagall’s office as the Head of Gryffindor explained that Hermione was falling behind and would not be allowed to sit her NEWTs. It twisted, insidious in the castle as she ran from some strange shadow until she found herself face to face with the basilisk, petrified once more. 