Disclaimer: I don't own anything of the Harry Potter world, unfortunately, but I'm still waiting for my letter to Hogwarts *squints at the sky*...or maybe to Mahoutokoro since it's closer. Hm.
Chapter 2 : Griseo Ignotum
With a huge gasp of air, Hermione jolted awake and felt strangely light. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to regulate her breathing and assess her current situation. Frowning, the last thing she could recall was a harsh impact to the middle of her back, and a feeling of dread as she vaguely felt herself slipping off the Thestral's side and losing her consciousness. Other than a dull throbbing where she had felt the impact and a pounding in her head, however, she seemed to be relatively unhurt anywhere else.
Slightly calmer, she cautiously opened her eyes to her surroundings, and her eyes widened. She was suspended mid-air, in a space that seemed to have no beginning and no end. A strange kind of mist hung over the place, and shrouded anything past her outstretched arm. Hermione turned in all directions, trying to see something, anything, that would inform her location. The mist shifted and occasional splashes of colours flashed quickly by, as though she were travelling quickly through space, but not feeling as if she had moved at all. She tried all sorts of ways to move, to touch something, just so she would not feel like she were in a limbo. Walking, running, swimming, pushing, kicking, screaming, sobbing. Her feet could never touch a ground, if there even was one, and her hands could grasp onto nothing of substance.
How long Hermione remained in that space was uncertain, for there was no indication of day, of night, of time. Desperation had at first crept up on her, gripping her tightly within its claws, but then she gradually grew used to it, and then numb. The mist remained the same; the only movements in that space were the inexplicable colours and herself.
Finally — if there was even a concept of time in this wretched, unrelenting space! — Hermione grew restless, and warily extended her hand toward a particularly bright section of colours that had been dancing near her head for a while. Curiosity overcame her, and she gently touched it. Her fingers encountered a kind of barrier, almost as though touching jelly, before it melted away and the colours became even more vibrant, shimmering and shyly reaching out to her, like it was assessing her, before wrapping around her wrist like a whisper. Hermione was fascinated, but before she could inspect any further, she was jerked forwards by the light now firmly wrapped around her wrist, and then she was again falling —falling straight into the light and colours, which was now predominantly various shades of green, now expanding, growing, and engulfing her. She clenched her eyes shut, waiting and almost anticipating some form of impact, some feeling, after the dull mundanity of the grey space.
A/N: sorry my chapters tend to be short right now haha. I'm still not used to writing any long prose except stupid 3k long essays but that's another thing altogether. I was so surprised and happy yesterday when I saw there were actually people nice enough to read my nonsense HAHA thank you I love you all. ╰(*´︶`*)╯ sorry if I disappoint, I'll try to post soon~
On another note, I got so caught up in this scene that I completely missed my train stops by 3 stops haha rip me