Dead bodies.

That was all that could be seen in the small living room, except for one girl, who was sitting on the wooden floor, her body trembling and tears falling down her cheeks and onto the blood covered floor.

Her mother was lying a few feet away, her tounge ripped out of her mouth and lips sewn together. Her eyes were rolling on the floor and blood gushing out from the eye sockets. Open wounds covered her body and at some places bones were poking out of the skin.

The other bodies weren't in any better condition, and some were even worse, and Hermione Granger felt like screaming, but no sound came when she opened her mouth.

Anger.

She felt like throwing things, to destroy like her family had been, but she was stuck, frozen in place.

Angst.

Her eye were fixated on a lump of red and pink that was lying by her feet. A heart. Thumping, but Hermione could see the movements slow down, until it wasn't anything more than just a lump. Not a heart. Just like her own.

Pain.

It hurt to swallow, but she still did it, to fight the urge to throw up. Her lungs felt like they'd been pushed together, every breath she took hurt like nothing she'd ever felt before.

Fear.

She could still feel their presence, making her shiver. She fisted her hands, trying to fight away the want to run and hide.

Sadness.

The tears falling down her cheeks were coming faster now, and small sobs escaped her mouth as she clutched her chest where her heart should be, but now everything that was left was despair and pain.

Hermione stood up on unsteady legs as she made her way out of the room, and out in the hallway before walking out in the crisp winter weather, leaving a small trail of blood after her as she walked over to the outskirts of the wood that stretched itself on the left side of her childhood home, before she apparated with a small pop.

The feeling was nauseating, like chains pressing tightly and crushing her, leaving her panting when she arrived at a cliff, looking out over the ice covered sea, where she'd spent so many summers with her family and relatives.

She brought out her wand and pointed it at the ice, mumbling a spell that would heat it up, and leave the sea to widly cluck against the rocks, and Hermione stared at the waters movements before slowly making her way towards the edge of the cliff, her arms stretching wide open as she closed her eyes, letting the wind play with her hair and snowflakes started to fall from the sky, melting as soon as they hit her body.

One more step.

She felt the wind slash around her more roughly and she opened her eyes to see the water coming closer and closer, and she felt shiver run down her spine when first her feet, the legs and the rest of her body hit the ice cold water, but she couldn't care less.

It was numbing her, and soothing the pain inside her and she opened her mouth, feeling the water run down her throat, suffocating her, and she could feel her mind starting to shut down, prepare itself for what was to come.

She felt the pressure in her ears increase as she sunk deeper and deeper, and her body tried to fight, but she wouldn't let it. She didn't want to live, to breathe, not when everything she'd loved so dearly was gone.

The sounds from underwater was getting weaker and Hermione welcomed death with open arms as the water clung to her body, drawing her deeper into its darkness.

Good bye.