Hermione sighed. It felt wonderful to be free. The air, fresh and cool. Surrounding her in an embrace of calm. She walked forward, something cracking under her feet. Not caring to look, she continues to walk forward. More cracking noises.
She looks down. Whatever it is making the cracking noises can't be anything important. It's just as big as her pinky finger. Nothing bigger than a blade of grass. There are specks if color, seeming to move around frantically. Hermione shrugs, the specks' size are not even the size of ants.
There are more moving objects, they are bigger than the specks. They look like insects. Except, they make a horrible wailing noise. But it's soft in Hermione's ears.
Hermione shrugs. Still looking down, she continues to walk around the small patch of grass. There are cracking noises and shrill cries from below. She walks until there are no more small structures standing. All bent and broken. The once frantic moving specks have stoped and the insect things have disappeared.
She sighs. Then takes a seat in the area where the 'grass' structures stood. She looks down at her feet. They're covered in a crimson liquid that gathers in pools and drips. There are other things too. Specks covered in scarlet and flattened between her toes. Pieces for the structures digging under her skin.
Whatever it is. Whatever it was. No longer exists. Laid to waste. And Hermione. She just can't seem to care.
Thanks for reading. Written for lollixlolli.