Know the chill...
Chill, it can be because of cold but it can also be that fightnening chill that starts from the bottom of your spine and crawls up making you feel lost and helpless like a little 11 year old girl and not the 19 year old you really are.
Skin tears, flesh rips and wounds bleed. A common fact but when you see flesh being riped from the body of a close friend it marks you and you remember forever that flesh can actually be torn and removed from ones body whilst still alive.
Wounds bleed, but after seeing so much blood after touching it being soaked in it and tasting it in your own mouth as you bleed slowly unable to get up you become used to it. Hermione sometimes came home only to wash the blood of the foe or the friend of her body. Sitting in a tub filled with crimson.
She used to cry and asked god why Ron was gone, why she was still here and why there was war but then realised that god wasn't there. She never prayed only wished Ronald the best wherever he was.
The day she was captured was no surprise to her. She didn't protest or scream when they took her to the dark lord.
He speculated her and Harry for a long time before taking her to his side and whispering that the show would be a nice one.
Little did she know that what the show contained her beloved friend being killed slowly in front of her bloodshot eyes.That brought her to life immediatly and she cried crimson tears.
No one to this day could tell you how Hermione's tears turned to blood but when she saw Harry his glasses as broken as his body her tears turned scarlet and flowed from her eyes in torrents.
With a bewilderment Voldemort tried to grab the girl who began to pale. No he had worked so hard to get the witch, she would be smarter than the rest a legacy perhaps in time. Blood could be forgotten. He tried to touch her but was shocked with an electrical power.
The next moments were hectic fast and bright. A fire spit and a green light flared. Hermione's body conducted the last of her power and the that of those who came before her.
The tears of a virgin of an innocent washed away the bad the blood of the truly pure was what finally brought down a cruel leader and before she died she left her fianal words and they reverberated around a silent room filled with aurors.
"A mudblood can rule the world ,a mudblood can bring down a legacy and a mudblood can save you...You will never doubt me again." She passed into shadow a moment later joining her departed friends and smiled for the first time in years a true smile.
