A/N: Well, here I am again, with a story/one-shot for the Magical Objects and Their Uses Classroom for you-know-where-forum-for-you-know-what!
Task: Write about a character dwelling on an event that happened to them in the past. This can be in the form of:
Time Travel
Flashbacks
Dreams
Memories
Anything else you can think of
And so with that, here I am for a spin with a character I haven't really written much yet, but I'm excited to do so!
Closing her eyes as she sank into sleep, her brown hair covering her face as she lay down next to Ron. It had been a long day, and now finally she could rest! Oh, what a day it had been! Hermione smashed her face into the pillow, and after about 20 minutes, realized that she could not sleep. Rolling over, she turned to see that Ron was fast asleep, his right arm stretched far above his head, and she smiled at the position he was in.
She sat up, and while she did, she suddenly thought about the time Ron had been injured on that same arm when they had apparated. How she had blamed herself, and how, sometimes, she still did. Taking a deep breath in she remember what she had been feeling that night.
Flashback
She was floating through the air, so close to the house, but she wasn't there, and suddenly felt the grip of a man's hands on her shoulder. Shrieking, she flipped around, as they landed on the front step, she grabbed his hand and threw him off her shoulder, just in time to make him land on the front steps. They couldn't go there.
The only place they could go now was the place that popped into her head, a camping place familiar to her. She wanted to cry and break down because she was scared, but couldn't, and suddenly heard a cry of pain from Ron, but had no time to stop their traveling now. She only hoped that whatever it was, it was minor.
End of Flashback
Hermione shivered as she relived these moments, but was not prepared for what came next, what she knew was coming next, what had to. The part in the story where she had been sure Ron's role would end.
Flashback
They landed, and when they did, she fell. Harry landed a few feet away, and Ron did in the other direction. It was in that moment that she heard Ron's gasps, and what she saw when she looked at him next was disgusting and quite horrible. A huge chunk of his arm was missing, and he was gasping in pain. Her mind melted for him, her heart crying out, and she ran towards him, grabbing through her bag for anything that could help him. She knew he was Splinched and she needed to save him, but the bag flew out of her hands suddenly and landed a few feet away; she had accidentally thrown it that way. Her mind went into complete panic mode, but luckily she saw Harry standing up, and screamed to him.
"Harry, get the bag!" she cried, her breath picking up and becoming sharper and Harry, he was looking at her with a puzzled face.
"What happened?" he asked quickly as he went to grab the back and brought it over to her quickly.
"He was Splinched." She replied, applying the liquid, her hands shaking horribly. She hoped it would work.
Luckily for her, it began to clean up and he regrew flesh. As it cleared up, her panic did as well. He was alive, and that's all that mattered.
End of Flashback
She looked at him again, her eyes wide open now. She was so grateful that he had survived, no one had any idea how grateful she was. It was much too amazing, and such a miracle. But thinking about it as she just had, it hurt her plenty. Her mind had gone into panic mode at the time, neither of the boys had felt that, she knew it, and remembered how that exact night, she had lay in bed, tears spilling slowly down her face as she thought about it. Neither of the boys had noticed, she had cleaned up immediately afterwards, but she was glad they hadn't. Otherwise, she figured they would never have gotten Ron back again, after he left.
A/N: I apologize for it being rushed I had a time limit. I hope you enjoyed it and please, review!