Harry's POV
I need to get her out of here. I need to get her out of here! Hermione's sat on the floor, hugging her knees, tears streaming down her face. I try to get her attention, but I prove to be unsuccessful. More fireworks erupt above my head, they're zooming round the room. Making sure to scare the hell out of everybody. People are rushing out of the room, I pull Hermione up, carrying her out of the room, but she's hitting me. "I need to save her. I need to save my mum, Harry, I need to save her. He's going to kill her. Harry PLEASE!" She pleads, and I turn back. It's all in her head. I pull her away from the hall, and into our common room. She's a ball on the floor crying, and I know how she feels.
I rush around the room, moving all sharp objects before she has a chance to see them. Only a few minutes until she watches her die. AGAIN. It'll never go away. You can't save her. Leave her, a squabbling mess on the floor. She's disgusting, crying. "NO! Stop, this is her moment. You're fucking twisted Harry" I say to myself as I run around the room. Kitchen. There's a fucking kitchen?!
Her screaming has stopped. Her crying hasn't though. She needs me. She doesn't need you. Nobody needs you, worthless piece of shit. "Will you shut up?" I say to myself silently. I sit beside her, and wrap my arms around her. She struggles and tries to push them off, shouting in my face, "I LET HER DIE! I COULDN'T STOP HIM" She screams before collapsing into my arms, crying still.
Hermione smiled as I stole another memory, placing it in a vial and storing it, "That tickles" she grins and I smile, as I put my wand to her temple again. Stealing another memory. "Show a bad one" Hermione starts screaming as i steal memories in chain, I can't stop, it's like i'm possessed, and she's crying and screaming. And I can't stop. Until she falls to the floor. I hurt her. I hurt Hermione.
"What happened?" I ask nervously as she wakes up, "memories were resurfaced insuppose... memories that had been blocked out a long time ago". She starts to cry silently, I pull her close to me, "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry, it was an accident"
"You couldn't stop him you know?" I say quietly as Hermione cries into my shoulder, "he was a dick. An abusive jackass, I wish I'd known magic then. I would have killed him" I nod, knowing that was the response she wanted. "I can't believe I'd forgotten... war does strange things Harry"
