A/N: I know that the Hogwarts Express is a train and maybe goes through the Forest, but just ignore that fact for the sake of the story, please. This is for the Pricture Prompt Challenge.

I'm running and running; I have to get as far from that bad memory as I can. I know I'm running through the blood-splattered grounds, past bodies of the Death Eaters and friends alike, but I can't muster up enough of any emotion to care. I cried and couldn't stop crying and now I've run myself dry. I'm done feeling anything now that he is gone. I can't even think his name! Just the thought of seeing his cold, dead body lying on the stone ground of the Great Hall in a place of honor pushes me faster yet. I don't stop when I hear the shouts of familiar voices or those of unknown people; I just keep running. I reach the edge of the Forbidden Forest and keep running to the heart of it. Calm starts to come over me as I'm surrounded by the dark ferns and creeping vines. The giant trunks provide shelter, protection from the unknown.

I slow myself to a jog and finally a walk as I spot a narrow clearing ahead. It seems abnormal and I'm overwhelmed by curiosity as to what it could be. I approach it with my wand in my back pocket, not caring if I'm attacked. He is gone so why should I care? I walk into the center of the clearing and trip over a stick. As I turn to glare daggers at the offending piece of wood, I notice it is not wood at all, but a strip of metal. I look around me and notice another strip of metal and I realize I'm standing in the middle of railroad tracks.

'How odd…' I think to myself. 'I'm in the middle of a magical forest by one of the greatest magical schools next to the only fully magical town and there are railroad tracks…'

Weeds have taken over what once was smooth steel. The steel is now rusted and the wood is rotten, but it still holds a majesty of times before technology took over. I sit on the edge of the tracks and think to myself 'I could die right now. I don't think I would mind. This is a calming place with a sense of mystery and wonder. It's a place he could have appreciated.'

I sit there for an immeasurable time until I here my name again and this time I get up walk towards it; I don't want this place discovered by anyone else, it would ruin the mystery.

"Hermione…" I hear Harry sigh in relief as he finds me.

"Hey, Harry." I say before hugging him and walking back to the castle with him. There is no need for more words, he understands the pain of losing someone you love.

A/N2: Can you guess the person Hermione was in love with? I know I didn't give many clues.

This is the photo I was given - http://media(dot)photobucket(dot)com/image/writing%20prompt%20pictures/mondafason/chaironthetrack(dot)jpg