The curly-haired women limped from the dungeons of Hogwarts in such disarray that were the school not under such a strong sleeping charm. It was sure that the ghost or perhaps a perfect would see a very unsettling sight. She was battered and her usually perfectly coiffed curls were a display of magical static. She mused to herself that her hair only did this when she was in the potion room for extremely long hours or after thorough makeup sex with Edmund. She stops instantly. Edmund... Benjamin... They were gone and no matter how many times she's been through this it still took a part of her that she never was going to get back. The petite women's soft brown eyes finally leak forth with tears she's been hiding since her ascension towards the main floor of this cursed place! She bangs her head against the heavy oak doors of the Great Hall before she let out a raw scream that left her throat sore and her head throbbing. She knew that the sleeping spell would hold over the school until dawn. She was going to kill that boy. But right now, she needed to get to the library.
She finally arrives and wards the door with the utmost protection before sliding her head down the bronze doors of her favorite domain, her home away from home. She counts to ten as years of memories wreck through her tiny frame. She grabs her head and lays down on the polished navy marble. The tiny women couldn't deal with this right now. Not with Benjamin and, her heart pangs, Edmund... The witch welcomes the dull throb from her earlier explosion.
She could handle pain.
"M'ione, we've talked about this numerous times. You have to focus on the here and now or you are sure to go insane. Fight through the sensation of past lives. Would you like for us to have another lesson? I assumed that since the last time we've had a tp practice was when you were seven, that you would be able to control yourself?", The clear yet sullen voice seemed to come from a man of about twenty. His hair had a startling white that made his youthful face seem wiser than one would first notice. He sat upon a navy sofa, a book neatly folded between his arms as he stared at the slightly unconscious witch sprawled against the heavy bronze doors that separated their little world from the awfully mundane one outside. The silver being found he enjoyed time specifically in this spot for really only one reason. His charcoal grey eyes soften at the obvious grief brought upon this misfortunate creature.
"I didn't know it was happening, I've explained before that I only c-"
" It's fine. They're dead. So what. We planned for this. Whoever ended up alive knew what to do. She stands up and heads towards the showers, hidden behind a beautiful tapestry of Britain"s magical history.
"Mione?", The pale beauty stands up and straightens his velvet black suit. The tired witch turns around with red-rimmed eyes, her ivy wand was still clutched in a tight fist, white from being gripped since their deaths. The grey-haired young man takes in the beautiful witches' raw state with quiet awe.
To be able to experience this loss. How extraordinary he mused.
"Stay with me. I can show you all those questions you asked me years ago.", he finally says softly. The silence hangs in the cozy room. Although his voice and silver eyes remained apathetic, the curly-haired women knew he wanted nothing more than this.
"Maybe next lifetime", She says with exhaustion etched in her eyes and felt through her very fiber. She turns to the rich-colored tapestry, running her finger over a small fray near the edge. She stops but continues to stare at the depiction of Hogwart's first beginnings, before eventually whispering.
"Don't call me Mione.", The woman says with avid clarity and continues her journey to the scalding showers.
The library was left empty of life as the witch mourned her family.
" Mio- ahm. Hermione, this isn't something that's been practiced. We do not yet know the state of your conscious under this archaic potion.", The silver hair man watches with dull eyes as she carries a frosted purple potion vial. Hermione, who was now dressed in a simple navy blue tunic, simply walks past the man and climbs onto a vast bronze and sapphire encrusted table, before sitting in the middle of the surprisingly warm metal.
"There's nothing you can say that's going to stop me. The three of us have been through this plan numerous times. It's the only way. Now shush, you know you cant intervene in any way, or have you forgotten that specific detail? She raises her eyebrow as she drinks the purple liquid with shaking hands and lays on the warm table.
She would not fail this time. She would save them all.