Waking Up Screaming.

Always nice.

I can't remember what I dreamt about.

But in-between my legs throbbed.

It wasn't nice.

I sat and Cried.

I don't know what happened.

I was kidnapped but that's all I remember

I think Harry modified my memory

Al I could remember was...

Was...

Eyes. Beautiful Eyes.

Beautiful Grey Eyes

Who?

I wanted to know

I needed to know

As if life depended on it.

The lack of life seemed evident

I wasn't myself

I was blemished. Different

Death seemed a good choice

Déjà vu ... Death?

No not possible

Hermione Granger was not suicidal

Every day was a blur

I was on auto-Pilate

I wanted to fight again

Prove myself

I was not weak

I want to fight

To help

To be a part of something

I wanted to find him

It was a burning desire

Who?

Was he my captive?

My rescuer?

I asked Harry about what happened

He kept me in the dark

Like a child

As usual

But why?

Did he not trust me?

I guess I was on my own

I either way I had to find out

Harry wasn't here often

So I used my time wisely

I trained. I went to the muggle world and trained

Martial arts

Boxing

Street

Anything I could think of

I practised spells

Attack and Defence

Everything.

I was going to find out who he was

But it was going to be on my terms

I wouldn't be weak again

But I needed to know

What happened to Me?