THIRD PERSON'S POV
In the bright starry night, a vague feature of a woman had been reflected in the moonlight.
Her cheeks were rosy, yet her complexion was pale. It was as pale as a sheet of paper, as if someone had just drained her blood, all except for her cheeks.
Bullets of sweat had formed on her forehead and her brows were furrowed.
Her eyelashes trembled and became moist as she struggled to open her eyes trying to get out of her nightmare.
Her hands clenched tightly on the bedsheet, the veins on her hands became visible as she let out a muffled groan.
Yet, just like before, she couldn't open her eyes.
This woman who was suffering from her nightmare right now, was none other than Hermione.
No one else had noticed her struggle, not even Phoenix.
It was all because Hermione was
