Disclaimer: Yes well, I thought of this plot, and even though the original HP Characters are not mine, would you be so kind and not copy my idea.

Running from Life

Chapter One- Faint

Hermione walked the lonely streets of Tarrant Walk that night. She was quite accustomed to walking alone but it was only when the sun was shining. How she ended up staying in her work office that late was unbeknownst her.

Many things have been oddly occuring to her that past week. Sometimes, when she was filing or typing up a report, her thoughts would drift elsewhere, and by the time she came back to her senses an hour had past. That was only when no one was around; when people were around, they'd call her name quite loudly and it would've been around half an hour past by of her thoughts.

However, the one thing she tried to figure out was...why couldn't she remember what she was thinking? It's been racking her brains. Never had she come to a problem that she couldn't solve. If whatever she was daydreaming about lasted an hour, wouldn't she actually remember it? Is she going mad? What if someone was poisoning her food, causing this odd annoyance?

So many questions running through her mind, so many conclusions she have thought up that were barbaric. Trying to remember what she ate earlier, she looked at her watch: 10 PM. So that meant she ate...4 hours ago. But what did she eat? Toast...no that was breakfast, and I ate the sandwich Dr. Tankard brought in. Could he have posioned the sandwich? No, of course he wouldn't do such a thing.

Hermione kept thinking as she walked to whatever path the road took. Slowly and swiftly she felt her head feeling heavier and heavier the more lamp posts she past. It was getting hard to hear things that were going around her. If there were any occurences, she wouldn't know. She could feel a gush of cold air sweeping about her and yet her forehead was getting damp.

Leaning against iron bars of the fence next to her, she shut her eyes tight and tried to regain some strength. Her head was pounding, she felt her heart rapidly beating against her chest like it were to explode, and her vision became wobbling specks of colors.

A light buzzing sound kept ranting in her ear yet she still heard the faintest "Hermione..."

Turning around, she squinted her eyes to try and focus on the dark shadowy figure running towards her. But she couldn't stand it any longer. With one long breath, her head slowly turned downwards and her eyes drifted shut.

She passed out.

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A/N: Hello and thank you for reading the first chapter of my story! I know it was so boring with all these descriptions and what not, but I'd like for you to feel how Hermione is feeling right now. Also, I want you to keep guessing on who this 'faint caller' of hers could be, but you probably know-- or hoping it is right. Please review, it would be a waste for you to read and not write on what you think.