This is written for The Golden Snitch; Through The Universe!
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14. Atmosphere — (feeling) suffocation
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She couldn't breathe, everything was crashing in on her, before pulling her back out again. She was being suffocated with her thoughts, with the vile truth that tore her life apart. Everything that she knew - that she thought she knew - crumbled before her in a pile of lies and deceit wrapped up horribly in a disgusting orange bow.
She was not a muggle-born. She was not Hermione Jean Granger. She was not welcomed into the Order with open arms.
Kidnapped, and placed with squibs when she was a small toddler. Her whole life was fabricated, just because her father was Lord Voldemort. She couldn't believe it.
Her so called 'friends' didn't even want to truly be her friends. Put up to befriending her per Dumbledore's orders.
It didn't help that she found out when she was being tortured, by her godmother at that!
Oh no, everyone had some explaining to do.