As always, this couldn't happen without the support of this incredible fandom and community. Especially liittle-red-riding-hood and helena-lestrange You both inspire me so much to write about these characters.
I've been struggling a lot. I just finished my summer term (with straight A's) But now there is a lot less to preoccupy my mind, so a lot of painful feelings are taking their place. So this is what inspired this little shot. If you want to leave a comment - those always make my day!
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The light burned against her bloodshot eyes, as her vision adjusted. Taking fatigued, weighted steps against the concrete sidewalk, the sun warm against her. Mind thick with fog, her mouth tasted like cotton. Hope was crashing, an elevator long since plummeted underneath the basement floor. The world was an endless black void, slowly but surely devouring her whole. It had started as shadows peaking from the edges of her sight, carefully peeking through the slits of her window. Then suddenly drowned her wave after wave with a loud crash of oceans. A soul crushing despair. That swelled painfully in her chest, churning like nausea in her gut. The first few nights, she cried herself dry, heaving pained sobs into thick towels. Teething the fabric to muffle the noise.
She deeply inhaled the salty air, as her lungs expanded. But the color she saw was still muted and dull. The humidity made her velvety black dress slick against her skin with sweat, skirts rippling with the breeze. Pulling out from a willowing sleeve, a crooked wooden rod. Her beloved wand. With shaking hands, she carefully aligned the tip of the wand to the temple of her head. Pearls of sweat beading along her furrowed brow. The winds picking up as they blew through her black mane of ebony curls. Her tired feet trembling beneath her as she closed her eyes into focus, tightening her clenched hand.
"Bellatrix Black!" A familiar voice called out. Echoing past upturned trees and cobblestones
The raven haired witch's stomach dropped as she recognized their voice, the world spun around her. As she panicked with what to do.
'Hurry up! Finish the job.' Her mind hissed frantically.
She couldn't, her body swayed with weakness. As she let arm rest dejectedly to her side and the wand fall with a small thud to the asphalt. As the water splashed against the surface, lightly spraying her. The hurried steps of the younger witch could be heard.
A sense of dread filled her.
Melting then into the welcoming embrace. As the brunette wrapped her strong arms around her.
Her quivering knees finally gave out from underneath her as she crumpled into a heap on the ground, Hermione falling carefully with her. Cradling Bellatrix against her chest, as she ran her fingers soothingly through her thick curls. Murmuring kind words. Sweetly hushing, as distressing sobs wracked through their petite frame.
Hermione's own tears falling silently, along the shape of her blushed pink cheeks.
The ocean winds gently caressing the beautiful maidens through their grief.