Title: Phantom Visions
Rating: I'll play it safe and say R
Feedback: Please! I don't write a lot of fan fiction and this is my first Hp fic.
Alone and naked, ebony hair turned ash white He'anahk waited for death.
There would be no reprieve this time.
Game finished.
She could hear them, hissing softly to each other cool bodies shifting across her body.
The agony had faded but her wounds still weeped.
Death she could face unflinching. Him she could not.
She loved him, her other half and he would not do this.
He'anak could feel his eyes, cold like the snakes.
He was there watching her gasp for her last breath but with it she would not scream.
He would not do this.
"Isis Goddess of life guide this one to the other world..."
Choking back sobs Hermione Granger scratched at her skin she could still feel them crawling all over her body snakes she hated snakes. The dreams again....since her 17th birthday she had been dreaming of death..her death. Body still trembling unable to stop crying Hermione stumbled from the bed. Sunlight blazed in through the large arched coloured window filling the prefect's dorm room with dancing light, she was late for Arithmancy but for once in her life Hermione could not bring herself to care. Pulling open the top draw of the oak dressing table Hermione stared at the amber fire whisky laying amongst her underwear just a few mouthfuls and it would all go away, dream less draught had proved ineffective dreams still got through but this, this liquid worked, got her through the day and most of a bottle got her through the night..NO! Resolvently Hermione slammed the draw shut she didn't need it. Scratching hard enough to draw blood at her bare leg Hermione stormed into the small private bathroom.
Fitted with only the basics, shower, toilet and sink it's only benefit was the fact she didn't have to fight off every Gryffindor female. Normally she found the plain white and pale yellow decor depressing but this morning it was strangely soothing. Letting out a small moan of pain as the hot water of the shower hit the self inflicted cuts Hermione turned her back to the pressurised water trying to ease the tension in her neck and shoulders, eyelids fluttering shut Hermione tried to force her mind blank.
It wasn't just the dreams it was the details that came after Hermione knew He'anahk had been in the snake caverns deep below the great city Set temple. Set, the most evil Egyptian God and the most powerful she had been a Initiate of Isis and loved to watch the twilight incantation longing for the day she would be part of it.
Pure habit got Hermione's hair washed with anti-fizz shampoo, light make-up applied and dressed in her school uniform the dream was to close to the surface for actual *thinking*. Reaching for her potions essay Hermione caught a flash out the corner of her eye, curious she turned back to the dressing table, the mirror was covered in red. Red symbols which vaguely looked like Egyptian high language and English.
"HE'S COMING DON'T LET HIM" Rising her hand to her mouth Hermione stared transfixed for the second time that morning at her dressing table it was her writing and by it lay the muggle lip liner Nana had sent her worn down to practical nothing the shavings were neatly piled.
"Even insane I'm a neat freak" Speaking softly and fighting the desire to laugh just to prove the insane theory Hermione took another look at the mirror it wasn't the red markings that had caught the light *she* had half an inch thick on the right front section of her hair had turned white.
Ash white.
Please r&r
I got the inspiration for this fic from a book and if i ever remember which one I'll give it credit.
Rating: I'll play it safe and say R
Feedback: Please! I don't write a lot of fan fiction and this is my first Hp fic.
Alone and naked, ebony hair turned ash white He'anahk waited for death.
There would be no reprieve this time.
Game finished.
She could hear them, hissing softly to each other cool bodies shifting across her body.
The agony had faded but her wounds still weeped.
Death she could face unflinching. Him she could not.
She loved him, her other half and he would not do this.
He'anak could feel his eyes, cold like the snakes.
He was there watching her gasp for her last breath but with it she would not scream.
He would not do this.
"Isis Goddess of life guide this one to the other world..."
Choking back sobs Hermione Granger scratched at her skin she could still feel them crawling all over her body snakes she hated snakes. The dreams again....since her 17th birthday she had been dreaming of death..her death. Body still trembling unable to stop crying Hermione stumbled from the bed. Sunlight blazed in through the large arched coloured window filling the prefect's dorm room with dancing light, she was late for Arithmancy but for once in her life Hermione could not bring herself to care. Pulling open the top draw of the oak dressing table Hermione stared at the amber fire whisky laying amongst her underwear just a few mouthfuls and it would all go away, dream less draught had proved ineffective dreams still got through but this, this liquid worked, got her through the day and most of a bottle got her through the night..NO! Resolvently Hermione slammed the draw shut she didn't need it. Scratching hard enough to draw blood at her bare leg Hermione stormed into the small private bathroom.
Fitted with only the basics, shower, toilet and sink it's only benefit was the fact she didn't have to fight off every Gryffindor female. Normally she found the plain white and pale yellow decor depressing but this morning it was strangely soothing. Letting out a small moan of pain as the hot water of the shower hit the self inflicted cuts Hermione turned her back to the pressurised water trying to ease the tension in her neck and shoulders, eyelids fluttering shut Hermione tried to force her mind blank.
It wasn't just the dreams it was the details that came after Hermione knew He'anahk had been in the snake caverns deep below the great city Set temple. Set, the most evil Egyptian God and the most powerful she had been a Initiate of Isis and loved to watch the twilight incantation longing for the day she would be part of it.
Pure habit got Hermione's hair washed with anti-fizz shampoo, light make-up applied and dressed in her school uniform the dream was to close to the surface for actual *thinking*. Reaching for her potions essay Hermione caught a flash out the corner of her eye, curious she turned back to the dressing table, the mirror was covered in red. Red symbols which vaguely looked like Egyptian high language and English.
"HE'S COMING DON'T LET HIM" Rising her hand to her mouth Hermione stared transfixed for the second time that morning at her dressing table it was her writing and by it lay the muggle lip liner Nana had sent her worn down to practical nothing the shavings were neatly piled.
"Even insane I'm a neat freak" Speaking softly and fighting the desire to laugh just to prove the insane theory Hermione took another look at the mirror it wasn't the red markings that had caught the light *she* had half an inch thick on the right front section of her hair had turned white.
Ash white.
Please r&r
I got the inspiration for this fic from a book and if i ever remember which one I'll give it credit.