Disclamer: I own nothing aside from the plot of the story.
Hey everyone! After my two year writers block, I finally find inspiration from a new band, FM Static. Check them out. I'm in college now and I feel like I can write something worth reading. Here ya go! Replaced Past...
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Hermione's POV
"Obliviate."
Screams. That's all I heard. Who was screaming, why was she screaming with such pain, why did she sound so lost, then again, who cared? But it never stops, the infernal screaming.
I wake with a cold sweat dripping down my face, making my pants stick to my legs and my hair stick to the back of my neck. This stupid recurring dream, I hate it! Frustrated, I climb out of my bed and open the door to the hallway. Looking around to see if any other fool is out of bed at this hour, I gradually make my way to the kitchens to pour myself some hot water and honey. Eventually, back in my room I sit on one of the couches near the window and stare out past the curtains towards the moon. I thought I saw some figures standing beyond the gates, but I figured it was another hallucination and passed out on the couch, my mind at ease.