It was a dream. Or was it? It seemed so… so real. Like she could reach out and touch it. And Hermione was afraid.
She stood on the balcony. There was no railing. A black dress fluttered in the wind. Her blue streaked brown hair fluttered in the wind. For some reason it was blue streaked and straight. But that was not important.
Her feet were bare and she was right next to the edge. She was singing to herself.
Catch me as I fall
Say you're here and it's all over now
Speaking to the atmosphere
No one's here and I fall into myself
This truth drives me into madness
I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away
She turned, still singing, and started writing on a piece of parchment. Silvery black ink.
To whoever takes the time to read this,
My name is ------ ---------. No one pushed me off the tower. I have committed …
A/N: Okay, this is just the prologue. Sorry it's so short. I will get more chapters up. The song is "Whisper" by Evanescence, and I just took the first verse. Neither Evanescence, their songs, nor Harry Potter belong to me. This disclaimer will be put up here once and only once. Got it? Good. Bye for now, kiddies!
Armed and Fabulous.