Chapter 12

Hermione POV

I could only stare in disbelieve. I had thought she had died, I felt like the worst friend having forgotten about her. Flaming red hair flared around her pale skin as she ran to embrace me.

"Oh Ginny, I am so sorry. I'm sorry for everything."

"None of this was your fault." For the first time in weeks tears stung my eyes.

When we finally detached ourselves she started explaining what had happened.

"When I died I was given a choice to come back, but to a new world. I decided to give it a go see what happens. Before I knew it I was lying in a forest. I've been living with the wood elves ever since. I came here because I was told that I may find something of interest, they were right. I found you." She had expected me to smile to jump for joy.

I expected myself to do those things however seeing Ginny brought back many feelings, especially guilt, I had killed her brother. I could not face Ron's family then and I could not face them now. I was overwhelmed with grief that I started stepping backwards and bolted into a run.

"And where do you think you are going?" I stopped in my tracks an Elf which I recognised as Elladan, Aragorn's older brother.

Looking past him I noticed I had run towards the bridge which leads out of Rivendell. I sighed knowing I would be in trouble for this.

"I….I was just ummm… I was not paying attention sorry." It was the best I could come up with as I was about to have a mental breakdown and wanted to be alone. He stood tall, towering over me, giving him an intimidating look.

"I see. Do not let it happen again otherwise it will not be my brother you will just get punished by."

"OK." I was surprised he did not take me to Aragorn, he was the stricter one.

I turned around and let out a small scream of surprise. Aragorn stood in my path and he did not look like he was going to move.

"Come Hermione, you are not to leave I thought I had told you this. Talking does not seem to work." I started shaking my breakdown was not going to hold out much longer.

My breathing picked up to the point where I started having trouble breathing and I started panicking. I grabbed Aragorn for support, I really did not want anyone to witness this, I knew how to handle it, this had happened a few times before. But I had no choice. Aragorn held me,

"I can't do this." I gasped before falling to the ground.

I brought my knees up to my chest, and cried out in pain, I got up and paced as I broke down in tears. I pulled at my hair and bit into my skin, trying to gain some control over my body. There is nothing scarier than being aware of what is happening to you but having no control over what is happening. I always got scared which made it worse. I was always alone, but this time I was not alone.