Hermione sat up abruptly in her bunk inside the empty tent. Unsure of the time or how long she'd been asleep, all she could focus on was the rapid beating of her heart and the cold sweat dripping over her entire body. Details of her dream slipped through her mind, like trying to hold water in her hands. Something about her parents. They were alive. Or were they dead? She couldn't focus her mind enough to discover the answers she needed. It felt like she had a dream about them before. Maybe several times.