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Chapter 2
She was feeling something. It was a something she'd never felt before.
Cold?
No, she knows what the cold feels like. It was something else, something inhuman.
She was lying in a bed of iced-over leaves. Opening her eyes, she watched the small white flakes fall slowly from the dark sky. It had to be the season of winter.
She sat up and brushed the dead leaves off. Her hair fell down her frame in dark blonde curls. She wobbly stood up and swung her long hair in front of her, brushing the leaves out of her tangled hair. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the area. She was surrounded by tall trees and snow covered the ground.
"Dear Godric," Krista murmured. "Where am I?" Her voice was hoarse and she suddenly felt the sudden desire for something cold running down her throat.
"Water." She started walking, keeping her ears open for any sounds of running water. But why would there be running water in winter? It'd be frozen.
She paused in her walking and furrowed her brows. She'd never been to such a forest. How did she end up here?
She started to unconsciously stroke her cheek. Then she found something that seemed a little off. Her skin didn't feel right in this one place. If only she had a mirror.
"Or a wand," she sighed. It wasn't like she depended her life on magic. No, she only used it when it was absolutely necessary. And she didn't know how to apparate. If she did, she'd be at her little house by the river. With her husband…and her children…
Wait!
It all suddenly came back to her.
Tom. Tom. Tom. She repeated the name several times in her head. Each time she chanted it, she hated it even more. She'll kill him!
But…wasn't she dead? She looked down and examined her hands. They were cold out in the snow, but they still emitted a bit of warmth. She remembered the curse coming at her though! It hit right on her left cheek. The one that had a spot that didn't feel right.
"Ouch – ow – gerroff! What in the -? Hermione – OW!"
The loud voice caused her to come back to her surroundings. She stood on her guard, looking around for the source of the voice. But she didn't see anything.
"You – complete – arse – Ronald – Weasley!" a girl said this time.
Did she just hear Weasley? Evan and Ethan's image flashed through her mind. Their fiery red hair, their freckles, and last but not least, their goofy smiles that promised a good prank. Maybe he was related to the twins!
But where the bloody hell was the sound coming from?
She looked up at the moon, barely visible through the thickness of the trees. She briefly closed her eyes before opening them in agitation when she heard the feminine voice again.
"You – crawl – back – here – after – weeks – and weeks – oh, where's my wand?"
A lover's quarrel? It was a possibility. The girl seemed to be sending punches to the Weasley boy named Ronald.
"Protego!" Another new voice met her ears and she wondered how many were there. She heard something fall to the ground that sounded closely like a body.
"Hermione!" the newest voice shouted. "Calm – "
"I will not calm down!" Hermione screamed. "Give me back my wand! Give it back to me!"
The only thing Krista knew was that she definitely did not want to be in either of the boys' shoes.
"Hermione, will you please – "
"Don't you dare tell me what to do, Harry Potter!" she interrupted again with a screech. "Don't you dare! Give it back now! And YOU!"
Krista sighed and leaned against the tree. She wondered if they had any water. She could just give a shout out and wait for a response. She decided against it. They'd probably become silent instantly.
She slid down the tree and got into a comfortable position. Their bickering went on for a bit longer before it quieted some. She could still hear their voices, but it was only a mumble. She wondered if they had meant to put a silencing charm on wherever they were hiding. Maybe the word slipped or was mispronounced?
They obviously had an invisible charm of some sort. And it annoyed her to pieces. She didn't like the feeling of being watched by someone she couldn't see.
There voices continued to be a mumble until it was completely silent. She guessed they had gone to sleep. She wasn't tired, for she had been, uh, dead for some time. She didn't know how long, but she hoped that she could go home tomorrow after getting help from these travelers.
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Harry stepped out of the warmth of the tent and subconsciously rubbed his arms. He didn't expect Hermione's anger to abate overnight, so he was not surprised when she only responded by only dirty looks and pointed silences when they had all gotten up.
His eyes wandered over the area. A frown formed on his face when his eyes stayed on this one spot. In that spot, a girl around their age lay against a tree, her eyes shut in slumber. She almost looked like a painting, still and beautiful. Snowflakes stuck to her long dark blonde hair, her skin was porcelain pale, as if she was just a doll, and a small white dress framed her petite body, giving no protection from the cold.
He took careful steps and stopped when he was directly in front of her. He was taking a big change because he was now visible to the public. But at least he got a closer look at her from this point of view. She looked frail, almost as if one touch would shatter her. Her legs were tucked under her bum but her arms were at her sides and her hands rested on the ground. Her skin had a bluish tint, no doubt because of the weather.
He grasped the Snatcher's wand that Ron had grabbed and pointed it down at the girl.
But he lowered it again. He couldn't risk it. It wasn't his wand, so it probably wouldn't work well. He'd probably end up hurting her instead of helping.
He was too deep in thought to notice Krista's eyes open and look up into his eyes.
Emerald met emerald.
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