A patting noise against clothing like if trying to fix the wrinkles out of the clothing. A slight whimper, low and soft against my ear. My mind has been playing tricks on me again, she is whispering on about how scared she is. I know this voice, sweet, shy, and melting in worry. She smells like sugar cookies and raspberries, but how could this be happening now? There she was Bella Swan at the age nine staring into my soul.
I, no this shouldn't be on my mind at this moment. She is messing with her hands again in her ballet outfit. I remember this moment because it was most sweetest thing we did as children. We both showed off our secret talents, Bella's dancing and I showed off a very magical book. Still something was off, my heart rate was increasing each moment she fixed her outfit. She turn away and twirling to the abyss of light. I started to sweat as i waited for her to return. I couldn't move even if I choose to because at that moment she turn. I was lost my words at the scene head of me.
Her eyes where blood red and her face filled with pain. The light became into darkness and the floor was covered with corpses. She try to cry out but no tears escaped her eyes as she looked at me. I didn't want to imagine the body next to her was Harry. Yet, those emerald green eyes with no emotion stared at my direction, broken glasses on his face, and a smile that used to be alive. His unruly hair caked with mud and blood had me screaming. But, I couldn't focus on the rest of lifeless bodies because Bella's screaming begin. I felt warm tears going down my cheeks as she begged for me to help them. That I need to wake up and save them all! I couldn't be here, I didn't want to be here. This was wrong, all of this was not possible. I wouldn't let anything like this happen!
I jerk myself awake, sweating and crying my inner soul out into my hands. It's irritable hot I notice as my heart is pounding, my mind is trying to reason. But adrenaline is flowing throughout my body as I try to remember correctly.
But, everything was too fuzzy and painful to focus on at that moment. Felt a cold hand on my shoulder and I try to back away as I looked to my left. Fleur was there saying something thing too loud and quick that I'm mind couldn't catch it as fast. Rosey pink painted her cheeks then as she slowed down saying "you are zafe, but you must rezt for now Hermione." Before I could speak she said you been out for two days, don't worry about the others are safe also. It might been the Veela charm within her because calming waves washed over me or how she softly spoke to me without pitying me. She held tissue box in her hand and sat in silence as I dried my tears. She didn't ask what I have dreamt of since most of us have shared the worst of dreams.
I was grateful for this moment after the pain that I been throughout for those hours. Thankful for being alive even I knew the worst was to come. Here, I was in a bed somewhat fine even though I felt the burning of some my scars or the rawness between some my limbs. It would be worth in the end for I and future will carelessly be in love with life after this horrible war. After honoring the died or lost of the young and old. They will be missed and loved, yet they will never see us suffer once more.
