I hear a noise in my head. A scream. Silenced. Something's wrong. This is wrong. I can't feel it. This isn't normal. I barely hear the scream of anguish that spews from my own mouth as I feel my world explode. He's, gone. I can't feel him. I feel my breath turn cold as ice as I start to lose my senses. No. This shouldn't be happening. Ever. I feel the cold ground beneath me as my wand clatters from my hand.
"No.." my voice sounds pitiful, raggard and weak. Even to my own ears.
The world seems to turn slower as the realisation hit me. He was dead. That was the only answer. Dead. The word floats through my brain. Dead.
My eyes fall closed as I lose the will to open them.
The dirt that rolls into my mouth is tasteless.
I hear panicked yells from my team mates quiet down until my hearing is lost. Like the world is suffering with me.
I can do nothing as all the smells I can remember fade into memory.
I don't feel as they pull me through the floo to St. Mungos.
I can't feel myself breath.
I know, if I just rest…
I wake up. Normal. Wait why, normal?... I flinch as the memories of the previous evening rush back. I groan. I have all my senses. Ugh. I groan as I support my body weight when I sit up. Everything seems, lighter. I look back down and see my body still lying there. Motionless. Dead. I look back up and see him. Draco.
"Come on Hermione, it's better here."
I reach for the comfort of his hand like a child to its mother.
"That's it."
I stand and look at him. He looks younger. Unscarred by years of war.
"Let's go," I make my decision. I leave. He puts his arm around me like he did when we were teenagers.
"Yeah, let's go."