Hermione read at least 10 chapters of a beginners magical medicine book before she could no longer take anything in, that moment where one is so in grossed in a book their eyes start refusing to focus. Throwing her head back as she kept falling into the abyss of slumber, each time nearly dropping the book on her face.

She finally gave up and placed the book down, blowing out the candle on her night table before falling into a deep sleep.

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"Please, we don't have a daughter! we never had any children!" Hermione's mother pleaded desperately. "You tell lies!" Bellatrix screamed into the muggle woman's face.
"Please, have mercy!!" Her father begged, his arms wrapped around his wife protectively. "Avada Kadavra!" Bellatrix spat, causing the man to fall to the ground, and disappeared leaving a hysterical wife in his wake.

"Please, please... No!" Hermione screamed from the distance, the death eaters holding her back. "You must watch, mudblood!" Lucius sneered cruelly. "You bastards!!!!" She cried out frantically kicking and screaming to escape their clutches, she wanted to run to them, to save her mother at least.

Bellatrix cast the crucio charm on Hermione's mother, she could do nothing except try to look away... "Please! She's innocent!" She pleaded, looking over towards Draco who stood in the doorway. She could see guilt form in his eyes, she knew he felt... Something.
He quickly looked away, unable to hold eye contact with the witch any longer.

Hermione didn't see what happened to her mother after the Crucio curse, but she knew she was gone... Forever. A part of her felt glad she didn't see it, another part of her scolded herself for being so selfish.

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Hermione woke from her night terror covered in sweat, her hair sticking to her head.
She couldn't stop the tears as she fled from her bed, she needed to escape.
As she ran down the hallways she ran towards Severus' chambers, rushing into his potion room desperately. She didn't know why felt the need to go to him, she only knew that it felt right.

He wasn't there, he wouldn't have been. It was at least 2am and he was no doubt asleep in his private quarters. Hermione cast the lumos charm and scanned the room for any form of clue as to where his sleeping quarters could be.
She caught a glimpse of a door handle at the very back of the room and approached it desperately, she felt no need for caution as she was in to much of a panic.

Once she entered she saw an open fire place and a sofa, an armchair and bookshelves. She called out his name but heard nothing, she opened random doors calling his name louder... But only found a cupboard and a small kitchenette. She felt arms grab her and pull her backwards, she found herself against Severus' chest.

"I'm here, everything is going to be ok" he soothed, kissing the top of her head. "I..I..they killed them, I saw it again.... Why won't this stop? WHY WONT THIS STOP?" He screeched, "It was a night terror my love, you are safe..." Severus pleaded for her to calm down. "They are not safe though, they're dead. And it's because of me!" Hermione cried, "No, none of it was your fault. I'm here Hermione..."

"Come.." Severus asked taking her hand and leading her into another room.
"I will get you a sleeping draft, you must sleep." He smiled gently, stroking her face gently and helping her into his bed. He disappeared leaving her wiping the tears from her eyes.

When he returned he placed the draft on the night table, "you must drink this." He insisted, Hermione did as he had asked and he got up to leave the room. "Don't leave!" She smiled gently, "I have to, I'll be in the other room if you need me." He assured her, stroking her hair. She turned on her side and closed her eyes and he went to the sofa,
Collapsing down onto it from complete exhaustion.

Hermione thought of him as she drifted off to sleep, it finally hit her that he was only wearing a t shirt and shorts. 'I don't know what I'd do without you.' She thought to herself before being cut off by a familiar voice inside her mind 'I'm not going anywhere.'

She fell into a dreamless sleep, a small luxury she had wanted for so long.