Rain
You wonder what is next. What is going to happen now. Why everything has changed. You move towards the window, and stare out at the fog and rain. Rain. The earth cleansing itself, so it would shine, and sparkle again. Why could it not rain inside, and cleanse you, make you sparkle again. But nothing could make you sparkle again. Not even the rain.
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It began there, in the tavern. She had water; she always had water, as she did not like drinking. A personal choice. She left her friends early, tired, and not caring about the last quidditch match, or what Draco Malfoy had done now. She was tired of them and their petty desicions. Now she wished she had stayed. She walked alone back home, alone. She had walked those streets alone a thousand times or more. And everyone of those times nothing out of the ordinary had occured. Why now?
Grabbed. A cold, rough wall against her back, her head lashing back, pounding on its brick surface. Her wrists were above her head, squeezed and pressed uncomfortably together. She did not scream as Shadow lift her skirt. Not even a squeak of objection. She felt him ram her. In. Out. In. Out. Every pulse was one more step into hell. And then he was gone. And she was dirty.
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You run out of the castle, into the rain. You scream. Why could you not scream before? Why could the rain not cleanse you as it had the earth? You yell until your voice cracks and in despair you fall to the ground. On your hands and knees you clutch the grass, lest the underworld swallow you whole. Tears mix with rain, your yells lost in the thunder.
And no one comes to your aid. Why should they: you do not matter anymore.
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By morning the rain had not stopped, and she had not gone in. She had not fallen asleep out there on the lawn, she had fallen away from her body, focussing on nothing but her shock and pain. There she was found.
They had been looking for her, and were unable to see her through the rain and fog. She was on her stomach and side, uniform ripped and torn, without shoes. And cold as ice. She shook, and would not be touch. Could not. A barrier would not allow them to get to her; a barrier Hermione made herself.
Leave me alone. Let me die. And they are gone.