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Chapter 2: Never Remember
Hermione fell to the floor of what she assumed was the Forbidden Forest. She groaned and let out a yelp as something heavy was dragging her down. The Gryffindor gave a cry as she was thrown to the ground. She never got that feeling whenever she had traveled back in time. She turned around in hopes to find the cause of the strange sensation. Yet as she did so, a hand clasped over her mouth causing Hermione to squeal and search for her wand and blast the culprit with it.
The offender was thrown back from the jinx so Hermione could get a good look at him. She noted he was wearing dark robes, even in the shade of the Forbidden Forest trees, she could see how dark they were. The next thing she noticed was his pale skin, where she quickly noted that the crook was surely a male. As her eyes traveled up, she immediately recognized the patch of the blond hair.
She couldn't fight back the gasp as the young Death Eater rose with an enraged expression.
"You stupid Muggleborn filth!" He shouted. The only thing Hermione could think was: How? How did he manage to come all the way back in time with her? She would have time to figure that out. She thought before she bolted as far away from him as possible.
Hermione ignored her sore limbs protests and continued far away. She took no notice on where she was going. All she knew was that she had to get away from here and fast. Out from behind her she could hear shouts of insults about her blood status. Did he even know where he was? Or more specifically: when he was? If that even made sense. She thought with a hint of sarcasm.
As she stumbled away from the forest; thanking to whoever was watching over her for not running into any creatures or beasts. She tripped over an exposed twig as a red jet of light soared over her head. She looked behind her as the Death Eater fired hexes and jinxes at her. Hermione grimaced as she yelled out: 'Protego' and a blue shield appeared before her to protect her from the streams of cruses and hexes.
"Flipendo!" She shrieked and then continued to run. Not even turning around to see if she had hit her intended target. She rushed past the forest and into a town. Hogsmead. She registered faintly.
As she rushed towards it she noted that it was nightfall. Stores were closing, people were going to bed. Hermione turned around to see if she was still being chased. She groaned as she saw that he was still right on her trail. She brandished her wand and shot a jinx at him that caused him to fall backwards.
"Stupid bitch!" She heard the Death Eater call from behind her. Hermione would have scowled at his rude choice of language but she had no time to complain, she just ran.
She dashed past buildings and stores. She nearly wanted to stop to see just how different this era's Hogsmead was different to her era's Hogsmead. But for now she needed to worry about not only the young Lord Voldemort from the past but a Death Eater from her time. She gave another glance behind her to see whether or not she had safely gotten away. She shouldn't have done so because the Death Eater had shot a hex that threw her back. She landed with a heavy thud and cursed under her breath as she gave a moan of frustration where she could have sworn she heard him chuckle at her pain.
"Well, well, lookie here. Mudblood extraordinaire finally put in her place." His familiar cruel voice snorted with bitter amusement as he approached her tossed form. If she could see the Pureblood's face, she would have seen his trademark sneer.
Hermione couldn't help but scoff at his comment.
"Well if it isn't the Pureblooded crazed moron himself." Hermione managed to spit out. She felt her wand get ripped from her grasp as he hauled her up roughly. She refused to wince from his grip as he held her. She struggled against him trying to swing punches and kicks in an ungraceful matter.
"Enough!" He snarled as he shoved her up against the wall with a force that knocked the wind out of her. She was shocked by the aggressiveness he portrayed. "What the hell did you do?" He snarled hatred and menace dripping from his tone. Hermione couldn't help but shiver at his tone. She wanted to slap him, hit him and punch him. Hurt him in any form of way but she seemed frozen in place. She may have been under a Body-Bind curse because she seemed paralyzed.
Thoughts ran into her mind. Did he have any idea where and when they were? She hadn't meant to drag him along. And now that he was here, this was going to ruin her entire operation. How was she going to hunt for Horcruxs with the young Death Eater in the picture?
"Have you finally lost your capability to talk?" He sneered. Ah yes. She thought with bitterness. Typical Malfoy. "I'll ask you again, Mudblood." He scorned in a cruel whisper. "What. Did. You. Do?"
Hermione's eyes narrowed dramatically. And instinctively she murmured a wand-less 'Petrificus Totalus' The Slytherin's body was immediately petrified and Hermione snatched her wand from his left hand and abandoned the Malfoy. She didn't know how well that Full Body-Binding Curse would be, especially when it was done wandlessly. Nonetheless, she still had to get out of here.
She ran to the grand castle as her heart swelled at the sight. Just moments ago she had seen Hogwarts in fiery ruins. Seeing it now, towering above her was almost foreign to her. Memories unwillingly returned into her mind. The adventures she, Ron and Harry had been through together. Their fights, their arguments, their laughs, their jokes, their playfulness, their seriousness. She would never be able to experience them again.
Hermione felt the lump in her throat. Now is not the time to go down Memory Lane. She chastised herself. With heavy steps, she made her way to the younger Hogwarts, feeling shivers and doubt run through her veins. With a deep breath she pushed the door, however it remained in place. Locked. She determined plainly. Then again, had she expected it to be open?
"Aye!" Someone called at her from her right. Hermione jumped and nearly swung a curse at the owner of the voice. Yet as she swayed around she noticed that it wasn't anyone of danger. It was hard to determine any notable features in the low lighting of the castle and the small light form the tip of his wand. Yet, it was a man with a strong build, possibly in his late thirties. His skin tanned as his hair a dark black. He was grazed with light facial hair "What are you doing here? School has not begun yet." Although his English was quite comprehensible, she could easily tell that this man was from a Spaniard heritage.
"Um…I'm not from here…" Hermione attempted to state. She assumed that this was a Spaniard professor then took out his wand.
"Aye, intruder, strangers are not welcome here." He said. Hermione instinctively rose her hands to display she was no harm. Then another thought hit her. This was Hogwarts. Wasn't everyone welcomed with open arms? Then again if she was indeed somewhere in the 1940s then weren't they in the middle of World War II? And even though that war was between the Muggles and the Muggles themselves, if her memory served her correctly, Grindewald was also running his reign of terror. And when she arrived out of the blue, looking like she crawled out of some pit when school hadn't even begun…It was only natural for one to be suspicious.
Hermione winced. It wouldn't be surprising if everyone was in a state of paranoia.
"No, no, I mean no harm. I just want to see Professor Dumbledore." The Professor took a step closer, as if approaching a chained beast. As he stepped closer, she winced as he raised the lighted wand to her face. She could see his face clearer. He had a dark shade of eyes and rather bushy eyebrows. One would deem him quite handsome for his age; though he did have a rather unwelcoming aroma. His Spanish face masked with curiosity.
"And why would you need to see him?" The professor interrogated. Hermione swallowed nervously.
"I-I" She stuttered.
"Enough!" He spoke in a husky tone not even allowing Hermione to actually speak. "You will not get to see Professor Dumbledore tonight."
"No please I need to see him!" She pleaded. The Spaniard sneered and grasped her arm.
"Hush! We shall see Headmaster Dippet!" He snarled, his grip tightening causing Hermione to wince as he was holding onto fresh cuts and bruises.
She desperately tried to keep up with him for he had long strides and she had to stop to support herself. She was dragged through a familiar door that was unlocked which the professor must have come out from. She stumbled inside and the professor hauled her further into the castle.
Hermione felt a prick in her heart as she gazed into the familiar halls. She wondered if anyone could've guessed that in a few decades, the classrooms, the halls- everything would be burned and destroyed at the hands of selfish and greedy people. Tears sprung in her eyes as she forced herself to move forward. She looked around the halls in hopes to find Professor Dumbledore's office. He could help me. She thought with a sliver of help.
They stalked to the familiar halls towards the Headmaster's Office; Hermione had to close her eyes at the sight. There were too many memories just by looking at the halls. Even though the Hogwarts now seemed younger and more youthful compared to the aged Hogwarts she grew up with, every once and a while her legs would halt at the sight of a familiar portrait or a familiar hallway.
It scared her shitless to know that one day this sacred and beautiful fortress, would one day be nothing more than a pile of debris. She raised her free arm to wipe the tears away. This is why you're here. She reminded herself. To stop all the destruction and despair.
The professor took no notice of the young girl's distress and sadness.
She spared a glance at him. She saw him murmur something in a foreign language. Probably a string of curse words and complaints in Spanish.
She determined through his displeased expression.
Eventually the painful walk down the halls ended when they came up to a large gargoyle that Hermione remembered as the Headmaster's office entrance. It still looked the same as she remembered despite the different Headmasters from this time and hers.
They stepped in front of the gargoyle.
"Fair Fortune." The Spanish man said with his accent and the gargoyle sprung aside as they walked into the Headmaster's office. As they opened the door she expected wondrous tinkers and fancy instruments yet she was disappointed to see that the office wasn't as magnificent as when Dumbledore was occupying it. All there was, was books, the odd chair every now and then, and his desk and lest we forget the endless portraits of previous Headmasters.
And there perched on his chair hung over papers and scribbling something down with a large quill, was a plump looking man. His pointy wizard hat as he brushed his long white beard away from his papers every once in a while.
"Headmaster Dippet?" The elder man sprung from his work as he swung towards the two intruders as he fixed his round spectacles.
"Ah! Professor Samarez!" He greeted with a smile. When his eyes fell onto Hermione, however, his face fell. "Good gracious! What happened to you, my dear?" He said with worry and fear. Hermione didn't say anything. She knew she looked horrible and disastrous. She had curse wounds everywhere, scars from her original Horcrux hunt that went unhealed and probably got infected. Her ribs were beginning to show from her lack of eating. Her hair was probably bushy and catastrophic and she just looked plain awful.
"I found this girl wandering outside the school." Professor Samarez explained, ignoring Headmaster Dippet's worrisome concern. The plump man's gaze flickered to the Professor.
"I see. Now miss, you do understand that school hasn't begun and you could be charged with trespassing." He said with a tsk.
"No, sir you see I'm not from here… -Can I just see Professor Dumbledore?" She pleaded. Her nervousness arising.
"I'm afraid not." Headmaster Dippet said. "Far too late. And why would you want to see him anyway? At this hour even?" Hermione winced.
"Please, sir." Hermione begged "I'm not from here, but I'd like a place here at Hogwarts."
"All students begin their education at Hogwarts in their first year." Professor Samarez huffed. Hermione winced; she needed to be at Hogwarts. She had to keep an eye on the young Voldemort. Keep track on when he makes those damned Horcruxs.
"No please, I'll take an exam; I'll do a test I just want to be able to come to this school." Hermione begged, although she despised on how she begged and pleaded. You have to let go of your pride. She warned herself.
Professor Dippet raised his eyebrow. Think of a story. She thought quickly. If they start asking questions make sure you're prepared.
"Your name, child?" He asked. She didn't appreciate being referred to as 'child' but she passed it on as nothing.
"Hermione Gran-…Grainford." She chastised herself for nearly speaking her real last name. If something bad happened and people knew her as a Granger she couldn't risk harm in her family members, having to alter time and ruin her very own existence.
She looked up at the Headmaster, looking for any trace of suspicion. She gulped when she saw his eyes narrowed.
"Well Miss…Grainford…Why do you insist on coming here to Hogwarts. If anything, if you show signs of magic, you would have been registered in a designated school for yourself." Hermione squirmed. Things were not working in her favor.
"Sir, I was homeschooled….and my parents wanted me to come to Hogwarts for a more…efficient education. Prepare myself for…these tough times." Hermione bit her lip. Out of everything she could've said she came up with that? Why couldn't she come up with a simpler explanation? Now she needed to memorize this story of hers. Make sure it didn't seem like a lie. This wasn't as easy as she'd expected. Well what could've you expected? This mission to be easy and Voldemort handing over his Horcruxs with a smile and a box of cookies? She nearly scoffed at the thought. No, course not. This would be just like the previous Horcrux hunt only worse. And she'd be all alone…
"I may have to speak to your parents…" Headmaster Dippet said thoughtfully rubbing his chin and scratching his beard every now and then. Hermione's jaw clenched at the mention of them. Her parents… She had wiped their memories of her away, making them believe they were Mr. and Mrs. Wilikins. She hated the fact that if she died, her parents wouldn't even know. But as she swallowed her despair she looked at the Professors as the tears stung in her eyes.
"Um…There would be some complications there…" She said her voice quavering and shaking.
"I'm sure that if they insisted to have you enroll here at Hogwarts then I'm sure they'd be able to spare a few moments to come in and discuss the situation." Hermione stiffened. How was she going to get out of this one? This is exactly why she hated giving fake explanations; she just had to pile one lie over the other. Too late now. She thought with bitterness.
"Please, sir." Hermione said in a softer tone. "My parents can't come in, I'll take a test, I'll-"
"We've already heard the speech, Mrs. Grainford," Headmaster said in a relatively calm tone. "But if your parents aren't able to come in-"
"Their dead," Hermione blurted out. She nearly slapped her hand over her mouth. She hadn't meant to say that. But it was too late. She already said it. Technically it wasn't true; her parents weren't even born yet. But they mind as well be. And that was when she finally let all her emotions overcome her and she fell to the floor weeping.
Both professors looked at her with a mixture of astonishment and worry, none of them sure what to do in front of the weeping girl.
"I lost everything." Hermione spoke in between sobs. She didn't know for sure whether she said that aloud or not. All she could think of was everything that she had lost. Her friends, her family, her home. Harry. Ron. Ginny. Luna. So many people died for no other reason than being born into a wrong family or liking the wrong people. That is what you're here for: To save those lives. But somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if this was worth fighting for? Of course it is! She chastised herself. But the seed of doubt was already planted. And so early too…
"…very well…" Headmaster Dippet said gruffly. His change of attitude changing drastically, no longer was he stiff and paranoid, but rather sympathetic and worrisome. "School doesn't start for another two days… we can organize your classes then we can Sort you…But before we do anything you need to get yourself to the Hospital Wing."
Hermione's pride soared with victory. A small smile crept on her lips through her crusty tear stained cheeks as she picked herself off of the floor.
"Thank you, thank you so much." She said nearly running up to them and hugging them both. However she didn't want to be hexed and accused of harassment.
"Enough!" Professor Samarez grunted. "Get to cheeky and Headmaster Dippet may reconsider his generosity." Professor Dippet however raised his hand to silence the professor.
"There, there, Cantio," Headmaster Dipped said to the Spaniard. Although displeased, Professor Samarez was silenced. The bearded old man turned to face the young girl. "Professor Samarez will escort you to the Hospital Wing. Tomorrow we will organize your classes and Sort you. Goodnight." He said with a soft smile before returning to some papers and pulling out more from a cabinet behind him.
The professor then grudgingly escorted Hermione to the Hospital Wing. Although it was highly unnecessary, because Hermione had visited the infirmary multiple times during her years. Tears stung in her eyes at the memories, but she quickly banished them. She knew she couldn't avoid all these painful memories forever. She'd face them someday. Today was just not that day.
As they stepped into the infirmary Hermione couldn't help but notice that nothing much had changed. Although the beds were different and arranged in a different matter, nothing much was different.
It wasn't long until a young witch came bustling towards them. She looked like she got out of Hogwarts last year. Her hair was black which was tied in a bun. Her face was kind and innocent, although she seemed to be too young to be a nurse in Hogwarts despite the fact that she wore a nurse uniform.
"Oh my goodness! What happened to you, my dear?" She cried grabbing Hermione's arms and inspecting them. Hermione held her left arm away from sight, not wanting anyone seeing the humiliating scar on her forearm. "Oh dear, oh dear, how did this happen?"
"I wouldn't be surprised if it were a failed attempt at Apparating." Professor Samarez grumbled. The young witch looked up at the Professor as if noticing him for the first time.
"Oh, well I'm sure that is unlikely- Madame Flane!" She turned around to call someone else. When no one came running the young witch turned around to face Hermione, guiding her to a bed.
"Madame Flane!" She called again, "Goodness where is she? - Madame Flane!" The young witch began look around, she looked like she wanted to leave though she didn't want to in fear that Hermione would die in her absence. Hermione wanted to tell her that she was fine and it wasn't a big deal, though every time she tried to say something the young Healer would call out 'Madame Flane' again.
"Relax, Belle," Professor said with a hint of amusement. The young witch turned to face the Spaniard her face laced with worry. Hermione couldn't help but notice a hint of red creeping on the young Medi-witch's face, but she turned away too quickly before anyone could determine what it was. "I'll go find Sana, you stay here with her." She couldn't help but notice the way he jerked a finger at Hermione as if she were a bother, something that made Hermione squirm with guilt. However, when the young black haired witch turned to say something, Professor Samarez had already left in search of the mysterious Madame Flane. The witch returned her attention to Hermione.
"Oh my, look at these scars," She said to herself rather than Hermione. "Let me see your other arm." She said trying to gently tug at her left arm. Hermione fidgeted a little, not wanting the beautiful nurse to discover the words imprinted on her arm. "Come on, dear, let me see. We will never get you healed if you don't let me take a look at your wounds." She said as she began to pull out her wand and summon some salves and balms to smother on her injuries.
"Oh dear, I don't think I should be treating these wounds." She said whispered under her breath and murmuring something about not knowing the precautions of curing severe curse wounds. "Where is that blasted medi-witch?" She cursed no longer trying to treat her wounds. "Madame Flane!" She called again. The young nurse turned to face Hermione, looking flustered. Hermione couldn't help but grimace at the way the black haired witch was looking at her. As if she were a broken China doll, destroyed beyond repair. Hermione shuddered at the thought. She couldn't look that bad could she?
"Oh look at this…" She said as she finally yanked Hermione's arm from hiding and inspected it. Hermione prayed that the witch wouldn't roll up the sleeve. But her hopes were dashed when she rolled up the sleeve. Hermione expected a gasp, or a look of disgust, but all the young woman did when she caught sight of Bellatrix's scar was a sigh of sympathy.
Hermione squirmed under Belle's stare. But Belle didn't say anything, she just looked away to find some more healing materials.
"What is the matter?" A wide elderly woman wearing a similar uniform Madam Pomfrey had worn only larger, entered with a lazy and bored expression. The woman had a rather wrinkly face and hair that was at the point of greying. This woman must have been Madame Flane. The younger nurse turned around and faced the older medi-witch.
"Madame Flane! Where have you been? I've been calling and calling and calling-"The older witch raised her hand to silence the agitated girl.
"Hush now, child. Cantio sent for me. What is so important that you had to disturb me?" The chubby woman said with frustration, causing Belle's face to heat up with irritation.
"This poor girl here," Belle said gesturing to a nervous Hermione. Madame Flane looked over to Hermione who was sitting on the cot with uncertainty.
"Now, what do we have here?" The old woman asked, not as concerned as Belle.
"I have no idea, Madame Flane, she was escorted here by Cantio-"
"You didn't tell me how she got these scars..." Madame Flane frowned as she yanked Hermione's arm forward to inspect the wounds.
"I-I don't know, Madame, I already said t-that she was escorted by Cantio..." Belle stuttered trying to explain without any staggers. The chubby witch only narrowed her eyes at a particular scar on Hermione's hand. The significance of the scar, Hermione had no idea.
"Yes," Madame Flane said slowly seeming not to be listening to Belle. "You stutter to much,"
"Madame Flane, just-"
"You may go now," Madame Flane waved her hand dismissing Belle not once looking up to the young Medi-Witch.
"Is there anyway I could help-" Belle stuttered mumbled.
"No, you may get out now," Madame Flane waved her off again not looking up to address the black haired witch.
"I'm sure that I can-"
"Get out!" Madame Flane shouted at Belle thrusting her hand angrily towards the door. Hermione turned to see the young witch with tears stung in her eyes, biting her lip before turning and leaving the infirmary. Slamming the door behind her.
Madame Flane gave a huff of indifference then turned to treat Hermione. Hermione stood there frozen. Wondering what had caused the older witch to snap at Belle.
Though her thoughts were muddled when Madame Flane's gaze fell onto Hermione's exposed forearm. Her white eyebrow rose in mere curiosity as she took it and inspected it. The Gryffindor suddenly wished that Belle was here once again. Madame Flane mouthed the word 'oh' and then a sneer curled up her features. A sneer that twisted the old woman's face in a rather unattractive matter.
"You're one of them?" The woman said with a mixture of disgust and curiosity. Hermione simply frowned at the older woman's tone. She hated that look that some people gave her when the found out her heritage. It was the look many of the Slytherin's had given her when they found out she was a 'Mudblood'. Her eyes instinctively drifted to the word carved in her arm. The need to hide it overcame her but before she could do so the woman grasped her arm roughly and spread some salve over it rather painfully. Hermione however refused to wince or groan. She wouldn't give the elderly woman the satisfaction.
As the Medi-Witch smothered and cured the wounds and curses, Hermione couldn't help but notice that some just refused to fade away, much like Bellatrix's scar on her forearm. The Gryffindor shivered. Was she doomed to have the word 'Mudblood' carved on her arm for the rest of her life? Although disappointed Hermione knew that it was no use kidding herself. That scar was created by the means of dark magic. They didn't heal the same as normal scars did, in fact, Hermione wondered if they ever healed at all.
After hours of treatments and spells, Hermione was told to remain in the Hospital Wing for the remainder of the night to watch for any side effects. Hermione only nodded in response. She had no need to speak; thoughts were too busy wiring around her mind. Hermione didn't even notice the old woman leave. She was caught up with the many thoughts and issues she had to deal with.
How was she going to hunt Horcruxs when they weren't even made yet? How would she avoid complete and utter suspicion? Suspicion wasn't something she needed with the young Dark Lord on the loose. How was she going to weave her way into his inner circle and sabotage him? Was getting into his inner circle even a good idea? Heck! How was she going to keep from disrupting the precious time-line? She had to be cautious with everything she did.
There was also the Basilisk problem. She may have to walk around with a mirror from now on. Hermione wanted to scoff at the thought, but she couldn't risk getting killed no matter how ridiculous the precautions were. This is a mission, not play time. She scolded herself. Then another thought crept into her mind. The Malfoy boy was here to. As if her problems weren't already stacking up. He was probably searching the castles right now for Riddle. To warn him that Hermione was after him. But Malfoy didn't know of her true intentions. Did he even know that this was the era Voldemort grew up in? No. Of course not. Not very many people even knew of Voldemort's true identity. He probably wouldn't even come to Hogwarts-
"How are you feeling?" Belle's soft voice called. Hermione's head snapped up to face the witch. She hadn't noticed Belle enter.
"Better," Hermione mumbled, still caught up in her thoughts and worries.
"Oh, you do talk." Belle said with a soft chuckle. Hermione only looked away and continued to work on her own thoughts. She would have to convince Malfoy to help her. Or keep him in the dark and make sure he never finds out her true objectives. "Well if you don't mind I'm just going to give you this potion so you can fall asleep." Hermione blinked in surprise as Belle held up a small vial of gold liquid. She was still in a state of paranoia in which she feared to fall asleep. Worried that someone would find her and take her away. Worried that her nightmares would crawl into her dream state and haunt her to the brink of insanity.
"No," She said quickly. Belle looked taken aback but she smiled anyway.
"I'm afraid that you must. So you can heal properly." Hermione wanted to burst into tears at her kindness. It was almost alien to her. Kindness wasn't something she had gotten a chance to feel for a long time. With the war going on there was no time for sweet exchanges.
"I-I can't." Hermione said waving the potion away. Belle only raised her eyebrows. Hermione wanted to scold herself for her cowardice. She was a Gryffindor for Merlin's sake. She was placed there for a reason. However deep down, Hermione knew that she was terrified of falling asleep. The reason why was obvious in itself.
"So you're going to stay awake all night?" Belle's head tilted to the side like a child wondering what toy she wanted to play with. Hermione only shrugged and continued to think over her issue. She had no time for friendly chit-chat.
In the distance a smashing sound bounced off the walls causing Hermione to pull out her wand in instinct.
"Damnit! Child! Get in here!" The voice of Madame Flane screeched in horror from another part of the Hospital Wing. Deep down, Hermione was pleased at the older woman's distress. Belle gave a sigh of frustration and placed the small vial on the night stand beside her and left into Madame Flane's office.
Hermione only narrowed her eyes at the small innocent looking vial. But she knew better. She knew what kind of horrors she would relive if she fell asleep. She wouldn't, no she refused to take it. If it were a Dreamless Sleep Potion, perhaps she would be more willing. But if this potion would only lull her into a possible dream-no- nightmare filled sleep; then no, she would not take the potion.
Coward
She sneered to herself. But she stared at the potion like an opponent in battle, frowning at it. Then as if confirming something, she took the bottle in her hands, feeling the cool touch of the vial. She took it and took one last glance around the infirmary to assure no one was there. Satisfied that she was indeed alone, she curled her fingers around the potion bottle and threw it across the room. Hearing the smashing vial she couldn't help but smile. She didn't smile for long because the smile had tugged at her muscles uncomfortably.
That night, Hermione Granger-no- Hermione Grainford, laid in the cot, not daring to close her eyes, no matter how heavy they grew. Trying hard to banish her thoughts and memories that tried to swallow her.
Thoughts of all her friends who had risked their lives to save the lives only to fail miserably.
The thoughts of her cherished friends and classmates who formed her childhood were gone.
Memories of Harry and all his selfless acts.
How she recalled Ron...She swallowed the lump in her were meant to be together. Meant to live their happily ever after.
She had lost everything. She then wondered why she hadn't just taken her own life. She would have been able to travel Death with Harry and Ron. Together. It was meant to be like that, wasn't it?
Hermione wanted to scream at herself for her selfishness. This is what this mission was: to protect them. To save them. And maybe, just maybe, she could save herself.
A/N: There we are, Chapter two. I'm not to confident with this chapter. Let me know if you think if I have some glaring errors and I will do my best to fix them. Although I am not one to keep promises. :)
~We're All Just A Little Mad~
