The Dream

                                                                           Hermione

I've been fighting all day not to go to sleep only be know what's coming, and I don't want to go back there; for the past two weeks, I've been dreaming about the same thing over and over and to, say the least I didn't understand what any of it means, so every night it's a struggle for me because I don't want to fall sleep.

Tonight I can't help it cause my eyelids are getting heavy; no matter how many times I try to keep my eyes open or how much coffee I drink, it still doesn't help, and I know soon I will fall asleep.

Indeed I was right back in the middle of the field, wearing a long white dress. Looking around, all I saw were green trees everywhere. There was nowhere for me to go, and not long before, the big black wolf emerged from behind me, limping like he always is, and ran towards me.

That's when I would sit on the grass, and he would lay his head on my lap, letting me pet him and telling jokes, sometimes I think he understood me, but that would be ridiculous because he is a wolf and can't talk, so I kept petting him until I felt relax behind out here all alone.

“ You know, if that's a sign for me to get a dog, a note on a piece of paper would've been better than being out in the open” I scratch behind the back of his head “Don't you think?”

If I didn't know better, I would've thought he was smiling at my question, but that would be crazy because he couldn't. Laying on the grass, I feel so free that I wish I could stay here and never leave. I was so lost in my daydream that I didn't hear the wolf growling and viciously.

Already up on my feet because this was the first time that he had done things like that, and the hair on my back was standing, letting m know something was wrong; looking around at first, I didn't see anything, but at the far end of my left side I saw a man emerge and there was black smoke all around him. His eyes were red, and I mean bloody red.

And he was making a beeline for us; I was trying to move so I could make a run before he reached, but my foot wasn't moving; it's like they were stuck in place, not the smoky man he was running at full force now and the wolf wasn't moving either.

Standing with his head high and growling didn't seem like he wanted to fight the man, but more like standing his ground and waiting since I couldn't move “Okay, buddy, it's up to you now,” I told the wolf standing next to me.

Looking in In front of me, I saw that the man was almost on us; instinct had me put my hands up in a way to protect myself if he decided not to stop running; for a minute, everything was quieted for a moment that had me putting my hands down to find the man was laying on the floor and the wolf was rubbing his nose on the smokey face.

Coming down on my knees, I put my hands on his chest, and somehow, there was lighting coming out of them; uh, uh, that's weird; I have never seen that before and why is it happening now? A groan from the smokey guy's face had me looking down at his chest since, for some reason, I couldn't see his face. There were some markings on his chest, like old injuries that didn't heal properly.

Putting my hand on his tight where the cut was, the same lighting thing happened again and suddenly stopped when I rechecked his fast; the mark was gone. Sitting back, “What the actual f/ck is happening?”

I didn't have time to question it much cause I heard someone calling my name, “ Hermoine! Hermoine!” and it was pulling me back, and without no warning, I woke up with my dad looking down at me in my room.

Jumping off the bed, “Dad, what's going on?!”

“ Hermoine, I've been calling you for the past twenty minutes, you are going to be late for class, and Jamilla is waiting for you downstairs. “

Grabbing my alarm, I saw that he wasn't lying; it was indeed time for me to get ready for class, and if I didn't get moving, I’d be late for my morning class; without saying anything to him, I rushed in the shower within ten minutes I was out and ready to go. Grabbing a banana, I pulled my best friend out by her arm and out the door.

“ Hey, slow down; we are already late for the class; there's a good chance we might miss, you know, “ she said while I pulled out of the driveway.

“ I had the weirdest dream” was the first thing I said to her since we got in the car.

“ why was it weird?” She asked, and I told her all about the smokey man's face and the tall, dark wolf; for a moment, I thought she was going to call me crazy, but instead, she looked very nervous and hit her tongue; this is the first time that I see her looking all freak out about something.

“ I know. It's weird, right?” I asked her.

“ yeah, yeah, it's weird” She was looking anywhere but at me; uh, now this weird. “ oh uhmm, okay, I'll see you later, “ she said before getting out of the car and not even waiting for me.

Okay, I can say that this day was getting weirder; shaking myself out of the odd moment, I got off the car and walked into the building, not wanting to waste any more time since it was two more days before I finished with this school and graduate so I could get the hell out of town, I want to end on a high note, not absences.

Lucky for me, the rest of the day wasn't as bad as I thought it would be; everything went smoothly. I took my last final, which I believe I aced; with a smile, I walked to my car to find Jamilla waiting there for me; I was happy to see her because she rushed out of my this morning.

“ hey girl, what's up?”

“ hey, uhmm, listen, I'm sorry about this morning, but Uhm, I have to leave town for a few days. “

“ What?! What's going on?”

“ Nothing serious; I have some family issues that I need to deal with but don't worry, I'll be back on time for graduation,” she reassures me.

“ Are you sure? Is there anything I can do to help?” I don't know if it's what I said to her this morning, but why would that make her leave town?

Shaking her head, “ Yeah, im sure” She hugged me and got into a cab; I stood there watching my best friend leave, and I had a feeling that when she came back, things would be different, and I didn't like that feeling at all.

Getting in my car, I drove home, still thinking about my dreams and what they mean; there was no one I could ask to talk to about those things; dad would be at the shop, and who would say he won't think im a weirdo, this is the time where I wish I knew who my mother was.