Almost every night that she allowed herself to sleep right through, she dreamed about some muddled version of true events. Sometimes it was much, much worse than reality, and sometimes it was much, much better. But most nights, like tonight, it was just a slightly jumbled version of reality. So Hermione stayed up late and slept less – sometimes going several days without more than a half hour of sleep at a time. She would set an alarm to wake her up before she slept long enough to dream, so what sleep she did get was broken and ineffective. No one noticed; things were so busy here at Godric’s Hollow, and sleep schedules were all over the place. But try as she might to avoid it, every few days the lack of rest would catch up with her and she would drop off unawares, unprepared.