It was so dark and empty. Nothing existed except for the darkness.
There were no thoughts, no emotions, and no sense of the passing time. She
merely knew that she existed and that she was floating through the sea of
darkness. Then, slowly the darkness began to grow light. As the black
atmosphere began to grow gray, a thin line of blinding yellow light
appeared on the horizon of her vision. The thin line started to grow
thicker and thicker until she could make out few blurry shapes inside the
line. The light was so bright, so intense! But for now, she couldn't stop
it; it just grew and grew.
A wave of thoughts hit her and her senses slowly returned. She could feel the existence of her eyes, the busy feeling of existence flashed from her eyes through out her head, traveling down to her arms, body, and legs. The dull drumming pain echoing through her head could be felt. Gaining more control over her body, she quickly shut her eyes to cut away the blinding light. The pain in her head traveled to torture all of her fragile body. Sounds began to filter through to her hazy mind. Random noises: sighing of the wind, fabric quietly shuffling, and low whispers being spoken far away.
Cautiously, she peeked open her eyes again, anticipating the blinding glow. However, the light was now less harsh on her dry eyes. Blinking confusedly a few times, she gingerly stretched her arms and back, like a cat waking from a nap. Tenderly putting her arms under her, she sat up. Leisurely turning her sore neck, she took in the view. She was sitting upon a comfy bed, surrounded by clean, white curtains. Someone was moving around behind the curtains and that someone let out a contented sigh. The breeze was blowing through the window near the head of her bed, and she involuntarily caressed her chilly arms.
Something struck her odd. Her arms had random bumps on it. Gazing frightfully at her arms, she was met with the sight of her white skin covered in scars. They weren't red and tender like newly gotten cuts, but brown and worn, as if she'd had them for a while. Pushing the blanket away, she found out that the scars were all over her body, illustrating a beautiful but haunting scene. Her body was a picture, picture of a giant snake coiled around a scared girl. Across the empty space left over, small snakes, scaly S's, decorated her untainted skin. Her mind froze from this amazing sight. Unable to process any farther thoughts apart form the fact that her body was ravaged, she screamed.
The high-pitched scream sliced through the calm air like a sharp dagger, disturbing the established peace of the white room. From behind the curtain, a middle-aged lady popped out, her face plainly showing her shock. She ran hurriedly next to her and placed a solid hand over her mouth.
"Hermione, calm down!" she whispered urgently to her ear.
She didn't listen. She couldn't think. What had happened to her?? Why was she here? She stopped screaming. Thousands of thoughts flashed through her brain. She searched her memory for any hints at what had happened to her. Last thing she remembered was when she fell asleep on her first day of her 7th year at Hogwarts.
"What happened to me?" she asked, at the person she now recognized as Madam Pomfrey.
END OF CHAPTER
Ok~ Another chapter written…. Sorry about it being so short but it contains lots of information… I wanted to leave you to digest all this. This morning, when I was waking up, I was all experimenting with my sight to get the horizon of light and all that~ hehe~ wellz… review and tell me about what you think about the story line… The next chapter will follow soon… Thanks~
A wave of thoughts hit her and her senses slowly returned. She could feel the existence of her eyes, the busy feeling of existence flashed from her eyes through out her head, traveling down to her arms, body, and legs. The dull drumming pain echoing through her head could be felt. Gaining more control over her body, she quickly shut her eyes to cut away the blinding light. The pain in her head traveled to torture all of her fragile body. Sounds began to filter through to her hazy mind. Random noises: sighing of the wind, fabric quietly shuffling, and low whispers being spoken far away.
Cautiously, she peeked open her eyes again, anticipating the blinding glow. However, the light was now less harsh on her dry eyes. Blinking confusedly a few times, she gingerly stretched her arms and back, like a cat waking from a nap. Tenderly putting her arms under her, she sat up. Leisurely turning her sore neck, she took in the view. She was sitting upon a comfy bed, surrounded by clean, white curtains. Someone was moving around behind the curtains and that someone let out a contented sigh. The breeze was blowing through the window near the head of her bed, and she involuntarily caressed her chilly arms.
Something struck her odd. Her arms had random bumps on it. Gazing frightfully at her arms, she was met with the sight of her white skin covered in scars. They weren't red and tender like newly gotten cuts, but brown and worn, as if she'd had them for a while. Pushing the blanket away, she found out that the scars were all over her body, illustrating a beautiful but haunting scene. Her body was a picture, picture of a giant snake coiled around a scared girl. Across the empty space left over, small snakes, scaly S's, decorated her untainted skin. Her mind froze from this amazing sight. Unable to process any farther thoughts apart form the fact that her body was ravaged, she screamed.
The high-pitched scream sliced through the calm air like a sharp dagger, disturbing the established peace of the white room. From behind the curtain, a middle-aged lady popped out, her face plainly showing her shock. She ran hurriedly next to her and placed a solid hand over her mouth.
"Hermione, calm down!" she whispered urgently to her ear.
She didn't listen. She couldn't think. What had happened to her?? Why was she here? She stopped screaming. Thousands of thoughts flashed through her brain. She searched her memory for any hints at what had happened to her. Last thing she remembered was when she fell asleep on her first day of her 7th year at Hogwarts.
"What happened to me?" she asked, at the person she now recognized as Madam Pomfrey.
END OF CHAPTER
Ok~ Another chapter written…. Sorry about it being so short but it contains lots of information… I wanted to leave you to digest all this. This morning, when I was waking up, I was all experimenting with my sight to get the horizon of light and all that~ hehe~ wellz… review and tell me about what you think about the story line… The next chapter will follow soon… Thanks~