Hermione knew it was all over for her. She had been living in this slum for too long. All she had been doing was crying her eyes out, trying to figure out where Harry was...where Ron was. Was she ever to see them again? Or was this the end? She truly couldn't believe this but she felt all alone. She had never felt this way since her first year, before she had Ron and Harry as her friends.
"Ron," Hermione breathed. She sank back, against the wall. Her eyes as red as the blood that pumped through her veins.
Serge of affliction
Churning through absents
Put to sedation
To conquer the impediment
For these past three years, Hermione had been isolated from everyone. She only went out for food and even when she did, she made sure to come back to her flat as fast as she could. She had moved right after the defeat of Voldemort. Hermione told Ron and Harry that she went to find her parents, but she never did. She looked for over a year and she couldn't find them in Australia. After that, she moved away to a small London town. Losing all her money, she was forced to live in the flat she lives in now. Her life had an unexpected turn.
Hermione knew Ron was to look for her but she couldn't force herself to look for him. How could she tell him she had lost her parents, her money, her life? She knew she couldn't and that was the reason why she left; shielding herself from all the harm that was humanity, she knew she was leaving behind the love for her friends, the Weasley family, and Hogwarts.
Now she sat on the floor as a mouse scurried past her. Her eyes cried milky tears; tears, to someone else would mean grief or love, but to her they were tears of loss and agony.
Shear pane breaks the glass
Like all mortality
Agony wishes to pass
Solemnly
She drank the water that was in her hands, trying to speak but nothing came out. Some people would turn to alcohol or drugs to calm themselves down; to show them they were still people; but Hermione didn't dare do that…she knew nothing would help her. She had already jeopardized her health, happiness, and her love.
Her hands shook as she tried to lift herself up from the floor. Her frail body collapsed at once, but she forced herself to get up. Every day that went by was like a needle piercing her skin. She forced herself to breathe, to live, to try to hope for an outcome that wouldn't be death.
As she walked, trying not to fall on the floor, she heard a soft knock; a knock inaudible to any creature that would have something to live for; a knock that shocked Hermione and made her collapse on the floor and close her eyes.
But death do us apart
Strikes rigorously
blood doesn't enter the heart
As mortality enters icily
She felt soft silk glide through her skin gentle. She smiled softly as she knew she had come to heaven. She opened her eyes slowly, hoping to see angels flying around her, but as she opened her eyes, she saw none of the sort; she only saw a door. She tried to lift herself up, but a force didn't let her. Someone was in the room, but whom?
"Shhh Hermione, don't get up," a voice said. It was so familiar to Hermione. It was a voice she hadn't heard for nearly three years; a voice full of comfort and love.
She took a deep breath and turned around to see a lock of hair pass her eyes. A lock of hair she hadn't seen for so long; a lock of red hair.