The
Haunted
She fell further into the cavity. She saw nothing but black and caught a few glimpses of sickening moments, pictures. All this time she not only built up speed but more self-hate, she loved it. She took joy in her suicidal feelings. As if she was the bully of herself, the majority of her self felt as if she was pointing and laughing at her distraught other side of herself. She was not Hermione Granger but the bully of Hermione Granger. She started lashing out trying to hurt herself. Hammering at her brittle ribs. She heard a crack as two of them gave way. She continued to fall laughing at her pain. She hit what seemed to be some sort of floor.
'Hello Hermione' a voice said. She quickly looked around but
saw nothing.
'Who are you?' she said in a distraught voice as her true
self over came her other being. 'Why am I here?' The noise of babies crying
started.
'I am you. I am a higher being. I have come to you not in my
physical form. I have come to claim you as one of my own. I was the thing with
you up on the ledge and I have been with you ever since.' said the harsh, cold
voice 'Death is not possible for you know, well at least not while I am with
you'
'WHO ARE YOU?' Hermione screamed before breaking down into a
pale slump on the floor 'Why do you want me?' she said through sobs. A baby
materialised in the air. It started to cry: it's high-pitched wail. It moved
closer to Hermione, it was suspended by means that were unseen to Hermione. Its
tears strolled down its cheek dropping onto its chest and continuing its path
down the babies small body. She stared as the baby started to shrivel. Not in
size, it's flesh shrivelled, tightening over its body. It contracted around its
body. The babies ribs became visible as it lost more and more of it's fat and
the skin tightened. She heard a crack as its skull caved inwards. Hermione shut
her eyes and cried as her surrounding's dissolved and she dropped again. She
felt a thud as if she hit her bed and woke up. The cackling started again but
she ignored it.
The hospital wing was dark, undisturbed as the moonlight
paraded across the floor up onto Hermione's bed sheets. The soft rustle of a
thousand tree's being blown by the breeze. A small snore came from the person
in the bed next to her. She thought about the dream and let out a wail as she
realised her ribs were actually cracked. She thought about the event's that had
occurred. What does he mean he is with me? Hermione thought.
'That is knowledge that you will gain Hermione. You just have
to wait. It will all come in time. You will soon have power superior to those
who surround you' said the harsh voice in a whisper, 'Feel my presence grow
stronger, just wait'
'Who are you?' said Hermione once again. There came no
reply. A gust of wind came from the window as a owl flew by. The window suddenly
closed. An icy chill filled the room. She was amazed as the temperature dropped
below zero so quickly. The huge room turned into a huge refrigerator. She
breathed as vapour issued from her mouth.
'Switch on the damn heating' mumbled an occupier from the
next bed. 'Why is it so cold?'
She heared the cackling fill the room. The fierce, cold,
sharp and hate-filled cackling filling the huge dormitory. There was a mumbled
scream from 2 or 3 people. Thank God I'm not crazy Hermione said to
herself. Madam Pomfrey ran into the room but got tripped, even though there was
nothing to trip on. She screamed as she fell managing to catch onto a bedpost.
The cold quickly dispersed and the room returned to the room. The cackling
stopped and the window opened again.
'You liked that Hermione? You liked what you just did' the
voice said.
'I didn't do anything' said Hermione 'It seems you just did
that'
'That is where you are mistaken' said the harsh voice in a
whisper 'Your disbelief led you to your actions, maybe you did not do that consciously,
but subconsciously you made me do that. Soon that power will gain strength and you
will have conscious inhuman powers'
'Leave me alone' said Hermione 'Get the hell away from me.'
She felt a sharp pain in her side. The voice cackled. The unseen
body pressed against her broken rib causing her to let out a wail. She felt the
oppression closing in upon her. The cackling stopped and she was once again
left to the unjust cruelty of silence. She started to gain her other
personality again. She pounded against her broken rib on laughing at the pain
she was experiencing. She started to mentally bully herself. She lay there
unable to move, pleasuring over her loneliness. As night turned into day and
dark turned to light she dozed off into her dreamless sleep.
*****
She woke up as the beaming sunlight shone through the window. She felt as if it was purposely blinding her. She moaned as the pain shot from her now bandaged ribs.
'Hello' said a voice she instantly recognised as Harry's.
'Hello Harry' she said in a weak voice.
'…and Ron' said Ron in a cheery voice.
'Why did you do it?' said Harry in a very concerned almost
mothering voice.
'That doesn't matter Harry, if I'll say is I wanted to do it…'
started Hermione.
'I'm your friend, you can always talk to me' said Harry 'I'm
always there for you'
'Well you weren't then, when I needed you most' said
Hermione.
'We're sorry' said Ron in what sounded like a truly
apologetic voice.
A single tear ran over Hermione's swollen cheek. Harry went
to hug her and she accepted. Hermione felt a sickness in her stomach. She felt
as if she was being dragged underwater. Her eyes closed and her body locked.
She couldn't hear anything. She sat there motionless screaming to get out
although she made no noise, a prisoner. Suddenly her eyes snapped open. She
looked around shocked at the way Harry and Ron were looking at her.
'What?' said Hermione shocked 'Why are you looking at me
like that?'