Hello again :)
Thanks for staying along with my story…Also thanks to anyone who has been reviewing – I have messaged those of you who have it enabled, but my pm feature has been playing up. So whether you have actually received the message is debateable :/
Again, apologies for the last chapter being so short, but I just needed some bits of this to stay separate for:
my own peace of mind
ease of writing
On with the story…
Previously…
This rebellion in her mind stormed, begging her to allow her mind to wander once more…To let her thoughts pass beyond those of the regular, muggle world. Beyond the ideals of even the magical world.
Beyond everything she ever knew…
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Hermione frowned. This was a man was impossible! Only moments ago – she feared for her life, but now she was leaving herself as though she were putty in his hands.
"Trust me…" He whispered again, softer – almost paternally.
The woman was adamant. Her mind was set.
She threw all traces of doubt and inhibition out the window, and began to chant to herself "Trust him…Trust him"
She let her defences fall and the memories seep out. But she felt none of her thoughts or reminiscences become invaded.
Instead, outside images and sounds were gradually working their way into her consciousness.
A lush field flooded her vision. Long purple grass swayed in the soft breeze, a crimson sky burnt the heavens themselves. A huge glass dome lay in the horizon, filled with the silhouettes of jagged skyscrapers. An unfamiliar, but pleasant smell hung in the air. All these sensations confused Hermione, if this was a thought – most certainly not one of her own – why could she feel the breeze against her skin? Why could she smell the strange aroma hanging in the warm air?
Suddenly, a long shadow lay on the ground, cast from something larger than her stood behind her – the outline of the dark shape could only be described as remotely human. She turned slowly, almost as though she recognised the figure. However this body didn't move like her own, it felt new and foreign.
Her chest thumped on both sides – wait…both sides? This couldn't be her body, what was happening?
She felt this body tremble with joy. The unfamiliar eyes swept across the purple pasture beneath her feet, following the contour of the shadow – towards the human-like object casting it.
The eyes looked up, the person slightly obscured by a blast of blinding white light from the almighty sun that hung in the sky – the beams of light made the sky above appear to seep, like a river of blood.
The dark silhouette soon cleared – features began to form. First a strong chiselled jaw, then a button nose, then a mess of dark hair – similar to what a muggle would call "helmet hair".
A hand rose to rake through the locks atop a pale body, drenched in fluid orange and scarlet robes. The jaw line began to rise and form a gentle curve – the body to which Hermione was playing host could feel the smile radiating from the stranger.
No – stranger was the wrong word. She felt a bizarre pull towards this man stood in front of her. How she knew it was a man, she was unsure…But she was sure in her judgment, and she trusted this enough to accept it as fact.
The figure raised its arms – they were outstretched, as though preparing for an embrace.
The host body continued to tremble - even more so than before, arms lifted, legs running towards this familiar stranger. Hot tears stung her eyes, breath ragged in the small lungs, hearts pounding!
She embraced the stranger and burrowed a youthful cheek into the stomach of the man before her. She could feel this man holding her close in return. She gripped his waist with all her might, almost as if he would disappear were she to let go.
A deep soothing voice shushed the juvenile cries that left her throat, a firm hand stroked the short tawny hair atop her head. "It's over now, son. I'm home"