Disclaimer
This will be the only disclaimer in this story. I do not own anything. All of the spells are Latin-based. I'm writing this simply for pleasure, not for profit.-
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Introduction
Once I thought that the snow disappeared every Spring. I thought that lustrous, green plants grew in it's place. I thought that when the sun set and dawned, it was the most beautiful thing known to mankind, like the rebirth of the Earth. The changes in season always fascinated me. How the world could go from being cold, icy, and dead, to alive, and bursting with color within weeks is something I will always marvel over.
Sometimes, if I try hard enough, I can remember Hogwarts during Autumn, when the air smelled of spices and the leaves blew all over the grounds. I can sometimes remember sitting outside beneath an Oak tree with Harry and Ron, reviewing notes for an exam on a lazy Sunday afternoon, surrounded by chattering students.
It all changed when He came. When a traitor from inside Hogwarts opened the gates and let the Death Eaters flood onto the grounds, thus sparking the bloodiest massacre since Grindewald. I still don't know who the traitor is.
There was no mercy. Many where caught unawares. They were dead within seconds. Some had time to pull out their wands, but we were so outnumbered, they were too killed. It was a slaughter.
A few did the smart thing.
We ran as fast and as far as we could. We took to the mountains and freezing temperatures to try to save our own necks. Salazar Slytherin would have been proud.
And we didn't stop, we haven't stopped. We're still running, we've been running for so long that we can hardly remember what exactly we're running from anymore. We don't even know who else is running, aside from our small group of outlaws.
But I know what I'm running from. I'm running from the memories. I'm running from my past.
And each day, I get one day closer to death, and one day further away from Harry.
But I'll still run. I'll run as long as I have a single breath in my body. I swore to myself that I wouldn't get caught. I wouldn't end up like the rest.
One day this war will end, and I will be there to see Voldemort fall. And I'll see life bloom once again, once this cold has ended.
I will survive to see the hot summer days at Hogwarts again.
For Harry.
For my parents.
For me.
And for everything good and pure in the world that has been forced to hide during these awful times.
The blood of our friends and families will not have been spilled in vain.
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A/N
Reviews would be greatly appreciated. This story will be depressing, and possibly a bit gory near the end. Those with weak stomaches should not read. Most of the story will be from Hermione's POV, but some parts will switch. Those parts will be obvious or clearly labeled. Thanks for reading.