I continued to run full speed to no where particular. My legs automatically kept going. My heart beat quickened as I felt cold eyes watching me. I was the prey while the hunter followed my every move. She wouldn't let me get out of sight. I reached a small river in the dark forest and realized that it was a dead end. There was no escape. Where was the "Chosen One" at this time? Probably resting his precious head believing that the Dark Lord had vanished. Where was his red-headed side kick? Most likely snogging his "sweet heart" in a deserted corridor. No one was going to come and rescue me. I wasn't worth being saved. The surrounding area filled with deep terrifying laughter. I looked away from the body of water and turned into the darkness towards the sound of laughter. Right behind my sight line I could sense a presence of another. I was no longer alone, the hunter cornered me. She stopped laughing but her mere presence still sent Goosebumps down my neck. "Where is your savior now, Granger?". I didn't reply to save some strength that was left in me to calculate on an escape route. It was ironic how at one point in my life I used my brains to achieve top marks in school. And now, I was using them to escape my destiny. My energy had drained destroying and hope of survival. My brown eyes shot right back up as I heard the hunter approach.
She stepped out of the shadows and I gasped in shock when the moon light shined on her haunted face. Her shoulder length brown hair was tangled with twigs. Her cloak that hung loosely around her boney body was ripped and torn. Blood stained her clothes from battling in a war. Her cheeks were hollow as if she starved herself to gain power. Her whole appearance made her look like a savage. After examining her, I looked into her brown eyes and saw a story that would never be told behind them. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her stubby fingers traced around a familiar mark on her fore arm. I detested that symbol because what it represented. The hunter's fingers slowly traveled towards her pocket and grasped her wand pulling it out pointing the tip directly at me. I held my breath competely aware of what was coming next. I knew it wouldn't be quick and it would be quite painful. But why not have a painful death to end an agonizing cycle that I suffered. I saw that the hunter's lips were moving but I only caught the last word, "Crucio". A blinding red light hit my chest causing pain to erupt from inside my entire body. But no pleads for help escaped from my lock lips. I didn't want to give her that satisfaction knowing that she finally broke through my barrier and that my strength of resisting had deserted me. The spell released rather quickly forcing me to lose my balance and fall into the river. I felt my head split open off of a gadget rock allowing blood to dye the water around me. Ice water went into my noise and mouth stopping me from breathing. Gravity pulled my body down deeper into the red river. I felt myself drowning, never to resurface. The hunter watched with glee in her brown eyes as the limped body floated out of sight. A smirk of victory formed on her pale face and she turn to walk away. She can finally rest knowing that the old Hermione Granger is finally dead.
I stared ahead of me while my two best friends stuffed their faces with anything edible in sight. I was trying to remember my reoccurring nightmare without any luck. I glanced across the Great Hall catching a pair of icy blue eyes. They narrowed as if he was concentrating on solving a puzzle or a mystery. A sudden thought popped into my head making me shiver slightly. Is it possible that my mortal enemy knew my secret? I silently laughed at the thought and pulled myself back to reality. There was no way that little ferret knew what I was doing. I am way too good of an actress.