'I wish I were a child again because it was easier to heal skinned knees than my broken emotions'
The screams were still ringing in her ear. The sounds of pure animalistic madness breathing down her neck. Those glowing eyes looking down upon her like a prey to be pounced upon. Those cold hands running down her like an animal admiring its kill. The only emotions she could see in his eyes were pure lust and domination. She was broken at this moment. Utterly and truly lost to her fear and the only thing she could possibly do was to suppress her terror to deny the man pleasure that he had won. She didn't know what happened after that moment, it was all like a blur to her filled with pain, agony and fear.
"Hermione, you there?", a hand touched her shoulder making her flinch and making her point her wand at him. She was met by warm green eyes filled with care and worry, the only eyes that made her melt and break her facade that she kept up for the world. She could take it no more. After all, Humans, magical or not, are in the end just that, humans. There always comes a point in life where you have faced so much and seen much that it drives you to the edges of sanity. At that point, all you want to do is just get a break from this world and just breakdown and let out all the anger at the world for bringing you till there and at yourself for putting up with it.
Hermione was at that point of life where she could take it no more and just wanted to let out all her emotions she had kept suppressed under her facade. She instantly broke down crying, not giving a damn about who was watching the Mighty Hermione, One of the Saviors of The Wizarding World, The best legal practitioner in all of Magical Britain, A champion for Human Rights Muggle or Magical, in such a disheveled state, breaking down like a pathetic girl who is too weak to deal with the world.
"I don't know Harry. I don't know anymore. It just seems like I am too weak to deal with this world after going so much through it. It feels like Life doesn't even matter anymore and that perhaps I should just give up. Those screams, those hands, those eyes, they still haunt me like no tomorrow. Every time I try to close my eyes, I am taken back there and just feel too weak and powerless to deal with it. I am so weak that I can't even handle myself anymore after going through so much, how can I even help those who look upon me like I am their Messiah, their deliverer of Justice. Those eyes filled with hope for a better future, for a new tomorrow and I can't do it anymore. That hope is slowly killing myself from the inside by just imagining that What if I fail. What if I fail? How did you do it Harry? Waking up everyday to hope filled eyes even after being through so much, asking you to deliver even when you know that you're broken from the inside but have to get up and fight because this world is just cruel like that.. I CAN'T FUCKING TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" Hermione broke down. Her facade of a strong brave woman who gets affected by nothing cracking. Her hair in a disheveled state. Her beautiful brown eyes broken and devoid of hope, filled with so much pain and agony that the emotions physically hurt. Her tears running down her face like a waterfall on a cliff.
Hope, a beautiful word that makes a person human. Hope is perhaps the basis of existence. Hope is the future your present dreams of and the past dreads. When you start losing hope, you start to gradually lose your present and start to wonder whether life is really worth it. The beautiful thing about being mortal is hope. Hope is the constant that makes you get through life no matter what it throws at you. Hope is something that your past dreads because it still wants to cling to you, to remind you of the terrors and fear that are still ruling over your present. Hope does not erase your past but rather numbs yourself to it so that you can still live your present.
This hope was something that Hermione Granger was quickly running out of. Her past was gradually clawing down the barriers of hope that she had erected to fight with it. Hope is perhaps too mortal to be carried on for the entire life. Perhaps she was just delusional and was just imagining everything happening. Perhaps she was just a weak little pathetic girl craving attention and had no will to even carry out her own words. Hermione was tired of being Hermione anymore.
Harry couldn't bear watching his best friend like this. It seemed only like yesterday when Hermione was the one who was there for him at every point in his life. She was like a bundle of hope always there to lift him up when it seemed like everything was going down. The forever strong Hermione who never once lost hope in this condition breaking down was too much for him. She had always been there for him no matter the situation and helped him through the times. He didn't know what had brought her to this state. She only told him little things going on in her life because apparently she was supposed to help everyone, being the messiah but was slowly killing herself off from the inside. She was too kind to seek help but too cruel to satisfy the worry people had for her.
He had to be there for her no matter what was going to help her through what she was going through. The world be damned for fuck's sake. "Hermione, please, please, look at me. You are not weak or pathetic Hermione. You are the strongest person that I know of. You are the bravest person that I know. I don't know what has brought you to such a situation but you are not weak. You are just human. I know that you are not ready right now to talk about what happened but please remember, that no matter what happens, I will be there for you. I will be there for you to pick up the hope that you left behind, I will be there for shoulder to cry on, I will be there for you to be your stress reliever because I care for you Hermione. You are my best friend. The pain and agony in you is something that I can't bear to see. You are asking me right, about how I got through Hogwarts when I had to deal with so much. It was because I had you and Ron. You were my constant beacons of hope when I was too done up with this world. You both were the reason that I kept going no matter what it was. You were a bundle of hope ready to berate me when I felt like giving up because you are Hermione. You can get through anything and be assured that I will be right there beside you, to pick up the pieces of yourself that you left behind while fighting with this world. When you feel like it, please talk to me about it. I will be there for you no matter what. This world is too cruel of a place to live in with several evils existing. When you feel hopeless Hermione and facing without any choices, just remember, You are not alone." Harry reassured her. Just as Harry said this, an alarm rang, signalling the arrival of someone.
So kids, this is my first try in fanfiction. The quote is a slight variation of a Julia Roberts quote. Please leave your honest opinions on it. Criticism is utmost appreciated and not sugarcoating it is repected. Leave the harshest criticism because it will really help me improve. This is the end of Prologue I. So who is the new arrival? Perhaps I will be doing weekly updates to whoever is reading this fic. Thanks for reading it though. I know this fic is quite philosophical but this is the way I like it. Love you kids
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notdeluded101