Hermione woke up feeling puzzled. Her head was spinning and she was dizzy from sleep. She remembered having a strange dream last night and it felt so real.
Fiddling with the blanket on her, Hermione lifted it up to her waist level, she took a glance at the sole of her foot, and behold the was a scar there. 'How..?' She asked in bewilderment.
Something is not right. "Run?....From him? Who?" She whispered to herself in worry. She must be missing something.
Hermione's gaze flew to the window, it was just the break of dawn. She sighed in frustration. She decided not to let the dream affect her morning, shrugging it away she took it as a mere dream and nothing more.
Convincing herself to not read much into it, Hermione swept the blanket aside and got out of bed. She threaded carefully on the long lobby that Lhiana, the maid had led her through yesterday. She wanted to find the Prince.
