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She's lying on the floor (so cold, so cold) and it's hard to breathe.
In-out. In-out.
She wonders why she is the one to suffer, to feel like she's breaking apart from the inside out (with throbbing pain clutching her in velvet tendrils.)
In-out. In-out.
Words are being spoken but all that she can distinguish is the feminine edge to the voice. The words slap against her face - stinging, ripping skin, leaving grooves - and she knows that no matter how many times she scrubs her skin raw, these words won't go away.
She tries to remember not to play the damsel in distress, because that's not who she is.
In-out. In-out.
"Filthy mudblood," the voice screeches.
Those words, so venomous (and so true, cut into the skin of her arm.)
So true, carved into her flesh, dripping -
dripping -
dripping blood down onto the (cold, god she's freezing over) floor.
Every drip reminds her just how filthy she is - after all, she erased her parents' memories and ran away from everything she'd grown up with.
Her lips tremble and she wants to cry out for black hair with jade eyes that she danced with one evening, just the two of them. But it's not enough -
never enough -
not when her heart beats (thump, thump, it floods her senses) for red hair and blue eyes that sing just the right tune when in reality there's no music at all.
In-out. In-out.
"Filthy Mudblood."
She's struggling to think, to remember countless hours poring over books; but there's no concrete mathematical equation to solve the throbbing on the inside.
In-out. Thump-thump.
Drip drip. She's bleeding out onto the cold (so cold) floor, and there's no one here to save her. She meets dull silver eyes - even though her eyes are much dimmer - and wonders why he won't cross the floor to save her. Surely his bond to the Dark Lord isn't that strong; not her old schoolmate with blond hair and gray eyes and taunting - taunting -
Thump. Thump.
The pounding in her head, ears, everywhere is getting louder and she feels as if she's sinking (and maybe she's drowning in her own filthy blood.)
In-out.
She remembers
Thump-thump.
Will she surface?
Ever since seeing HP and the Deathly Hallows I couldn't get Hermione's torture scene out of my mind, so finally I came up with - whatever this is. I hope you like it.