A long time ago she was an innocent. It may have been weeks, months, years since that time. She doesn't know… and she doesn't really care.
Sometimes, late at night, when the Draught of Living Death isn't making her fall into comatose slumber, she remembers. Remembers a time when she was carefree. A swirl of bright color, a shining piece of pure gold.
She used to dance under the moonlight sky, an ancient goddess robed in obsidian midnight and crowned with silver moonlight. She was merely herself then. Not the bookworm, the-girl-who's-the-best-friend-of-Harry-Potter, lover of a hunted man. Just Hermione. She was Artemis in all her glory.
Of course, at some point the ancient goddess is pushed off her pedestal, trampled underfoot and forgotten, to lie in wait for a new acolyte.
On a cold morning in autumn it ended. Her life was torn asunder, smashed into thousands of pieces like a dropped mirror. Death. To the marble Gods death is naught but a step in the spiral dance, a link in the chain of life. To a mortal goddess it is everything.
Death is destruction, destruction death. And so she fell, innocence lost, heart a ruby stone in a body of porcelain marble. Fell off her pedestal of electrum to lie in the surrounding mud, a small gold woman-child, corroding slowly. Once she was naïve, airy, young. Now she is old before her time, a relic…
Tarnished gold.
A.N.- Sorry if this is a bit strange. This is my first ever Hermione-angst fic plus I wrote this at 3:30 in the morning so it may be slightly confusing. Severus is her lover and his death is what causes her to shutdown emotionally. If you have questions e-mail me at gabby1986@netzero.net. Please review, cause I LOVE getting reviews.
Au revoir, mes amis!
