Harlem
Everything I held dear ceased to exist one cold, dreary night… .Happiness…my sanity… everything.
When I think about that night, I wish every single time I was among the countless that had fallen… I may have been spared but day-by-day a part of me slowly dies inside. I am nothing but a shell of what I used to be.
I am a woman… a slave… a harlem… I am Hermione Jane Granger and this is my story..