Hermione's mind lingered half way in the middle of darkness and light, as her soul had for many years before. Even in sleep she felt different. She felt whole. Her mind couldn't rest for all the world as gears turned, plans were in the making of the future. It was glorious chaos after Harry revealed Lord Voldemort was back, the air filled with denial and fear, and a father's sadness for his murdered son that never would have happened if the blue eyed Headmaster hadn't of separated her from her brother. The man back from the brink of death she thought while even in sleep her mouth tilted up at the thought of him, making her look even more innocent than she truly was.