Bittersweet Chocolate
Prologue: Crash
Crash. Hermione shuddered, her stomach lurching with every explosion. She tightened her grip around herself, squeezing her eyes shut. This isn't happening, she thought, it just can't be possible.
The constant drip from the ceiling was a reminder of what was happening outside. She was in hiding. She was scared. She was hungry.
And for the first time in her life, she was alone.
So she closed her eyes, breathing in deeply. The air was filled with memories of yesterday Yesterday was so long ago. Days had melted into months, twisting into years. She recalled a line from a book she read in her fifth year, The chains I wear are the chains I forged in life. What book was it? Doesn't matter, but God, it applied to her.
She traded tears for memories and tried her best to forget. Forget about what happened, and why she was there in the first place. Just wash away like footprints in the sand Wash away.
And she drifted towards sleep in a place where night was day and there was no sunshine. It was dark, cold, and sadness watched her every move. She drifted to sleep and dreamed of the days that were good. The days that were sweet, tasting like chocolate on her tongue. But, oh, what good is bittersweet chocolate?
She dreamed of how she came to be.
