War is a cruel thing. Like a tornado, it destroys everything in its path; picking it up from its very roots and putting it somewhere else. It takes everything you know and love and turns it upside down, inside out, nothing is ever the same. Sometimes the damage is fixable, the things replaceable, but often its too much. It’s better to give up on trying to salvage it and start again fresh. And that’s what happened with my life.

“Think Hermione,” I muttered to myself, swinging a bit more violently on the swing set as I sought to find the answer to this mystery. I just couldn’t think, the memories were fuzzy of my school years, and only if I completely surrendered myself would they become clear.

“You win, happy?” was all I said hotly, and started walking away from him, shaking my head as I threw the single red rose on the ground in disgust, not looking back.

“I don’t want to hear it,” I said before he could go on, putting my hands over my ears and yanked myself out of his grasp. “I am done with that world, I told everyone, and now finally that they’ve given up, here you come along. "

"I could see them, hear them, their pained screams, bloodshot eyes filled with horror and fear. It was painful to hear and my eyes were burning but I couldn’t look away. "

"you've got to be careful... You don't realize how many people, from both sides, are watching you,"

“I-I…” I stuttered out, then stopped dead. Over Greg’s shoulder I saw a flash of movement out on the sidewalk. I stared for a moment and felt my eyes glaze over slightly.

“No no my darling, that’s lesson two,” he said lightly, before getting up and strolling after me.