My wand was shaking in my hand, tears were streaming down my face. I didn't know what I was doing, and I didn't know why I was either. I remember some... Person? Animal? Coming up to me, and saying something. Then, nothing. And just now, I have come back to senses. What was happening to me?
"Hermione," I begged. "Please stop screaming."
"No!" She screamed, louder this time. "Get away from me, you murdering traitor!!"
"What?" I asked, puzzled.
Just then, Harry walked in. "Harry!" I sighed, relieved. "Finally! Try to talk into her, will you?"
He nodded. "‘Mione-"
"You're dead! I'm seeing things! I'm crazy! I'm insane!" She gasped.
"No, you're not. Hermione, I'm right here, alive and well."
"No you are not! I saw Vold- him kill you myself!"
"Were you about to say Voldemort?"
"No." Said Hermione, leaning her head back against the pillows and relaxing her body.
"Yes you were! Hermione, he's been dead for years."
"No he hasn't. I saw him!"
"Hermione, are you okay? It sounds like you are going through amnesia or something..."
But she was sound asleep by the time I finished saying that.