A/N: ok, very dramatic chapter. Everyone's POVs. Even Lavender's! Not long, though. Sorry. I don't think it would've been as dramatic with long, epic parts though. Less is more, right? Hope so :/ enjoy!
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F.W.-
I woke up hearing Hermione's screams again. I looked over to Draco, now sitting upright on the bench.
"Hey, Fred." He said.
I re-took Hermione's hand, it seemed to calm her. It also calmed me. "Hey. When did you get back?" I asked through the renewed tears streaming down my face.
"While you guys were asleep." He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Was it just me or was that pain excruciating?"
I snorted. "Yeah, excruciating would be a word to describe it." I sighed and kissed Hermione's hand. "Can you tell me what happened after I left?" I asked of him. I needed to know.
"You don't want to know, Fred." He said and laid back down on the bench where he had laid throughout this nightmare.
"You sure?"
"Very Fred. I wish I didn't."
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D.M.-
I laid back down and tried to sleep. I knew that I had been asleep for a very long time but it didn't feel as if I had. It felt like I hadn't slept since the great battle. Not properly anyway.
But as soon as I closed my eyes I could only see what Hermione had done to herself as soon as Fred had gone. It was horrific. I didn't know what else to call it. Not really. No word could truly give it justice. It was scary, intimidating, terrifying, demented, depressing, but so much more all wrapped up in one.
I couldn't think of it, I shouldn't.
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G.W.-
'I did that to him, didn't I?' Is all I could think for the rest of that night and into the next day. I kept on seeing Fred's reactions to what I had done and said in my head, as if on replay on one of those televisions that the muggles have. Each time I saw extra clarity. I picked up on how his eyebrows feel, or on what side his hair swayed in the wind, or something like how his finger slightly twitched. I couldn't cope. I just couldn't. He wasn't him but he still looked, spoke and thought like him. He was still, biologically, my twin. We still had the bond, kind of. It had sort of dulled ever since I had stopped being willing to be his twin but it was still there, at the back of my head, like a dull sort of haze.
It hurt.
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H.P.-
I actually had sleep. A couple of full hours of sleep. No nightmares, no dreams at all, in fact. It was complete bliss.
Well it would have been if Hermione was there. I missed her so dearly. Fred and Draco had woken up. I had spoken to both of them. Fred only whispering or screaming, not really able to go back to a normal volume. Draco thoroughly shaken, not speaking much, but still trying to. At least he spoke normally.
Either way it was scary. I had never particularly been close to Fred and definitely not Malfoy, but they were helping us and to see the outcomes of them helping us…. Was it possible to be scared of a whisper? Of a word? Of a tear? Was it possible to be glad to hear a scream, just so you know that at the very least they can still scream? They haven't had that torn away from them, aswell?
I had spoken to Draco. I had heard what happened. All of it. It had taken about three hours to get it all out of him, and a couple of threats to cast something on him, but I did. I just cried for the rest of the day, so about thirteen hours. Ginny came and tried to comfort me but it didn't help. I couldn't stop seeing Hermione having all of that done to her, either by her own hand or Jack's. And what she did after Fred went….
I swore right then that I would kill Jack. I didn't care how or when, as long as he was dead.
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L.B.-
For the first time in my entire life I had studied. Vigorously. For about a year and a half. Seamus had been going to the Burrow too often to look after her and each day I had gotten more and more obsessed with finding out what she is. She couldn't be like everybody else. She had to be different. She's just so…. her.
I hated it.
The way how all she had to do was walk into a room and everyone was either fixated with either her brain, her heart or her looks.
I hated her.
But finally I knew something on her. Something juicy.
Something that'd get her out casted for sure.
All of those books that she loved so dearly finally had actually done something useful and helped me.
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J.L-
I stood waiting for her in my dimension.
She would arrive swiftly, a lot swifter than what it would take to get to the Earth plane. I could feel that she had committed suicide in the curse dream. I felt it very clearly, in fact. Every stab.
It had been something I never wanted to feel again, which is why I had never normally used spells that let me feel other's pain but, of course, she was an exception.
For she was to be my queen.
Not literally, of course. A god could not have a queen. It'd be preposterous. Nor could she become a goddess, well not anymore than she already was. What I meant was that she would be mine. She could have any man in her 'real world' that she desired but she would be mine.
I knew her past, present and future. I knew her deepest nightmares, her greatest fears, her largest pains, her most heartbreaking betrayals. I knew everything about her. She could never lie to me. She could only ever be mine. I needed her pureness, her darkness, but her innocence also.
For she had seen many horrors in both the 'muggle world' and the 'wizarding world'. Her life has always been complete and utter hell.
And I pitied her.
And I loved her.
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H.G.-
Fred was gone. I knelt beside him, the blade in hand. Draco was trying to stop me. I could hear him. He was saying something but none of it registered. I felt so…. calm and sorry.
I, again, didn't think. Thinking doesn't help. I over analyze too much, I never would've done it if I had thought, and that would've been horrible.
I plunged the blade into me. Not sure where. Just somewhere. Over and over again. Once I was sure I had hit bone, I moved onto the next place and did it over again. I sliced, diced, and stabbed myself. Everywhere. My life, both muggle and wizarding world, was supposed to be escaped through dreams and imagination. Wh did it never work out like that? Why is it that even in the real world I always had nightmares? Why did they reflect here? Why?
I felt every inch of my body on fire and every droplet of water try, and fail, to put the flames out.
I just wanted it to end, and for me to be able to go back.
I hadn't actually known how to get out of the curse dream until Fred went. I had guessed, but I wasn't sure. That's why I hadn't just killed myself earlier. I could feel Draco next to me, holding me, crying because of me. I could see my blood stain his skin and his clothes. It was a relief when I slipped away from that reality and into the calm place. Into the white place.
Well, it was until I saw Jack. Well, a Jack. Not sure which one. All I know was that his eyes were on fire and he was more…. glamorous here. He looked so beautiful.
And then I passed out.
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