It happened so fast.
She ran down the cold hallway. The bland blue walls seeming to mold into one another, and if it weren't for the small green ball in front of her, zipping around and leading her, she would have been lost easily.
In the back of her mind, she could hear the footsteps behind her, following her. The voices behind her yelled, "Slow down."
She felt the pain in her chest, her heart was pounding so hard that besides the panting of her breath, all she could hear was the sound of her heart beating.
It's not true, she told herself.
As she got to the wing of the hospital, she saw muggles taking pictures behind yellow tape. There was blood everywhere. Policemen with white gloves were surveying the room.
She stopped, and at the moment, it was as if her heart did as well.
"No."
Outside of the room, a small nameplate stated, "Granger."
"No."
A security guard turned to see the petite brown eyed woman starring at the room, and began to shoo her away. She took care of the quickly, and soon the man was against the wall, unconscious. She did not care if the muggles saw.
She heard the vague popping sounds around her. The aurors had arrived.
"Hermione!" She heard the voices behind her yell. Tears fell from her face but she did not feel them. Instead she ran, ducked under the yellow tape, and pushed past the men standing there guarding the scene. She had to make sure.
She felt the whizzing of spells cast as the muggles attempted to keep her from entering. A liquid seeped into the bottom of her jeans, and she could see them. Her mother was dead upon the gurney, her father lay on the ground next to her. Their eyes wide open and empty; the life behind their once warm eyes was gone.
They were gone.
There was no sound. Just starring at the two people before her, she felt as if she was alone. To her it is was as if there was no yelling around her, just complete silence. Then in an instant she was flung away from the room, men pulling her away.
Then she screamed; the sound raking through her small body.
"No."
They were gone.
Then her body quieted and, she fell to her knees. The doorway to the room blocked by the mass of men securing the entrance.
They told her later, that no amount of strength could move her from her spot. They told her that she stayed there, with no sound other than her sobs.
They told her that the nurses still hear the sound of her screams late at night.
When she stopped, she heard it. A cry from down the hall. It was so soft she thought she imagined it.
And as she arose, the crowd of wizards parted. She stepped over the petrified muggles.
A small pink bundle cried in it's plastic carriage.
One survivor.
The youngest Granger.