Morning has Broken
All was not well.
The dream was fading fast. Hermione Granger's half-awake brain was trying to memorise every detail of it and, at the same time, analyse what she was seeing.
Unusually for a dream, Hermione could see her own face as she stood on Platform 9 3/4 at King's Cross, waving goodbye to her older child and clinging to her younger one. How morose and tired she seemed. Ron Weasley stood beside her, his eyes bloodshot, his demeanour sullen, his lankiness having given way to an unhealthy paunch. Both their body languages screamed underachievement.
Hermione turned to look at the other couple who stood beside them. Ginny Weasley was holding a young child too, looking apathetic and inexpressive, instead of the firecracker who had led the student resistance under the Death Eater regime at Hogwarts, alongside Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood. She looked like she'd rather be anywhere than here.