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Chapter 3: Unwanted Flashbacks

Flame's sprung up from the ground as if they were popping. It was a dance, a dance of chaos and destruction. The orange reddish flames swirled together, spreading out and grasping another. The orchestra that was giving life to the dance was the sounds of crackling wood and the force of the blowing wind. There was another sound though a distant one, almost like background noise under the rest of the sounds. I knew better, I could hear it like it was the only sound surrounding me. Pressing down on me, it was a weight; a weight I knew would stay with me for the rest of my life.

The sound I knew would haunt me. It would forever be ingrained in my mind. It had branded me like cattle. The sound that brought death and every emotion that came tumbling with it. It would forever be in the back of my mind playing. Over and over again, until death do us part. "Until death do us part." It came from my lips over and over again. A never ending chant giving soft blows to the never ending curse. My chant gave the orchestra a voice. Expanding it, feeding it.

The sound grew. The flames danced faster and darker. They were telling a story, the story of what had happened in this beautiful yet tainted place. It was a messy yet graceful dance. It told its tale over and over again, never losing any of its dancers or losing part of their stage. The never ending performance was stored with the sound deep in the back of my mind.

It was a sound that brought the feelings of despair to life. Hearing it was painful, so very painful. It was like the sound of thunder only shriller. While thunder only lasted of a second this sound was never ending. Others could not hear it unless they truly knew what it was. To me it was loud, for I knew was this sound meant and what it brought. In this moment I would give anything for the sound to stop. I would give anything to go back to the time where I was naïve to the things that lurked in the dark.

As the flames jumped higher and higher the bright blue sky became their backdrop. Sharply contrasting them as if telling me darkness always lurked where there was light. Watching and waiting for the moment it could take over. I was shaking on my knees. Afraid of the darkness, afraid of trying to live with the knowledge of what really stalks you in the night. The tears sprang forth, running down my dirty, blood covered face. They left a trail of clean skin before dropping to the ground and being absorbed by the earth.

I knew then that I could wipe away the physical damage. Wipe it away and create a mask, a new me would be born. The real me would be locked away not in my mind but in my heart. Away from the tainted mind I had gained, away from the beautiful yet tragic dance and the haunting sound. Deep in my heart where it could stay frozen untouched no matter how much time had passed.

Next to the place where I found true dream inducing happiness and then found a darkness that would destroy everything I loved I would freeze my heart.

As I kneeled there on the ground watching the performance come to an end, I became a new person void of all truly magical dreams, for I knew what lurked in the shadows and I knew that everything left a residue.

I knew I was alive the moment I heard his soft voice speaking to me. "You'll be fine, I know it. You're truly the strongest person I know. I mean who else could survive three encounters with that crazy witch but you, huh?" He laughed lightly and then went silent. I could imagine his expression in my mind. Pained yet knowing and strong, he knew what I was thinking when I did what I did. He was one of the only people who could really see through me at times. "You know for being super smart your really stupid sometimes Hermione. Always thinking about me and everyone one else before yourself. Ginny told me what happened and I know you did what you did to make sure Bellatrix didn't kill her or Luna. I really wonder what goes on in your brain sometimes." He paused and took a deep breath as if trying not to cry. I flinched inside; he truly was like a brother to me. I knew I had an unhealthy erg to make sure he got everything he wanted and needed in life to be happy.

He continued not knowing the mental pain he was putting me through, "You're my family Hermione, my sister in everything but blood. Hell if there was a way I would gladly share my blood with you. So from now on before you think up a plan that will save everyone make sure that your included in the everyone part." He sighed again and went quiet. I took the quiet moment to think about what happened. I was alive so that means the flames didn't kill me. Since Harry was alive and sitting next to me that meant Voldy was dead. I was most likely in St. Mungo's then due to my injuries. I smiled in my head. I knew he could do it.

This also meant that the snake was dead. I felt relief fill me; knowing that the snake was still alive was the only thing that caused me momentary pause before my deadly stunt. Then it was over. The war was over, finally the magical world of Europe could start to heal and fix itself. Maybe just maybe the peaceful times cou-

The sound increased. It attacked my head like a sudden blow. The shrill sound of the never ending thunder grew. It had always been there since that day but after the years passed it was reduced to a soft never ending noise that I learned to live with. It grew and grew. It felt like my brain was being squeezed to death. My body started to thrash. M eyes shot open and I let out a chilling raw horrifying scream. I could see Harry bolt out of the chair he was sitting in. His mouth was moving but I could hear nothing but the sound. I clutched my head and I could hear myself distantly screaming for it to stop.

I could see Harry's blurred outline being pulled away from me by two men in white. Through the white hot pain I felt my arm reach out toward him. He seemed to pause and then push the two men away bolting toward me. I could feel him putting his arms around me squeezing me tightly. "Hermione. Hermione. Hermione." He chanted loudly, so loudly I could hear him through the sound. I could feel his tears running down the side of my face. I closed my eyes concentrating on pushing the sound deeper into my head. All the while he rocked me back and forth, as if calming a child who awoke from a nightmare.

Finally it seemed that the sound was satisfied with torturing me and it went back to the dull buzzing that I was use to. I heaved out a great breath. Harry shifted, reminding me that I was practically sitting on top of him. Opening my eyes I moved my head away from his shoulder where it was laying and looked up at him. He smiled softly before speaking, "You alright now Hermione?"

Giving him a small smile in return I replied," Never better." He blinked remembering that I had said the exact same thing to him our first year. Then he laughed a truly happy laugh. I soon joined him laughing for the first time in quite a while. We both ended up rolling on the floor laughing so hard we were both crying.

That's how the Weasley's, Remus and Tonks, Luna and Neville found us.