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?
