*Child 03*
Stretching and yawning, Hermione looked around at her surroundings as she pulled her black cape off of her knees. Every piece of colorful furniture had a shadow that darkened its shade. Thinking she'd let a little light in, she ambled over to the window, parted the curtains and gazed at the landscape.
"I remember now..." she evoked, staring at the peaks of trees and the towers overlooking the vast lake. The moon was inching upwards in the sky as the sun veiled itself behind the clouds. Feeling the moon's beams mingled with a soft breeze improved her mood. She somehow felt reassured.
All of a sudden, cruel, mischievous laughter echoed; traveling through the halls and filling the classrooms; dodging the gargoyle and spiraling up the staircase and alerting the headmaster's interest.
The entire faculty split up to find the problem. All the kids exited their dormitories and cowered against each other as the suspense slowly picked at their flesh, making their hair stand on end. Finding the source of the noise, the crowd goggled at the sight before their eyes.
Hermione, staring wildly around her, and set her eyes on a barrier of girls. Girls, that were her exact replicas! Their large cinnamon eyes stared violently at her, staring straight into her petrified soul. They advanced on her, stretched out their arms, beckoning Hermione over. Hermione backed up to the window. The clones, apparently possessed, stopped and gazed at the ceiling, not a sound escaping their lips. Listening to the 'sound of silence' the girls had intent looks on their faces, as though someone was speaking to them. Someone no one else could hear or see. When their leader was finished speaking, they gaped at their hand as though they'd just realized they were there. Feeling as though they had extreme power, they lifted their hands and pressed their fingers on the girl standing in front of them while chanting:
'Child 03, we beckon thee' repeatedly.
Child 03 shrieked in agony as the girls pushed her forward roughly. She closed her eyes, a look of shame smothering her face. Lifting her face, she walked closer to Hermione, who had since been cowering in a corner of the room. Child 03 looked straight into Hermione's eyes and she calmed down a bit.
*The crowd shuffled forward to get a better look*
Looking regretful, Child 03 vanished as a bubble appeared. Only then did Hermione realize who these girls were and did the memories of her past flood her mind.
Tanks...Water...Silvery figure...Light...Moon...Sun...Stars...Cape...Swoosh...Laughter...Promise...
Hope of a better life...
The clones looked at Hermione sympathetically as tears flooded her eyes. They poured down her cheeks as guilt weighed her down. Finally, Hermione fell to the floor and the bubble popped. A silvery phantom loomed out of Hermione's dead body and a gust of wind blew from every corner of the room. Hair billowing around her body, the phantom held herself securely as drapes enveloped her. She stepped off of the corpse and her eyes slowly opened. As they did, the corpse's eyes flickered before vanishing and leaving bloody blanks sockets. The blood dripped off the face of the phantom as her bloody eyes snapped open.