As it often did when she was weary and wishing for someone else to at least help her carry her burdens, Hermione dreamed of the first time she ever opened her attic bedroom window. Disjointed images flooded her brain. Two weeks into her training with Antonin, she was afraid she was going to break. Her determination to remain strong and whole was impossible. What she was asking of her own body and spirit wasn't working. If the wizard was planning to demolish her will, he was succeeding.