She didn't know how she woke up that morning, or how she came out of her
dreams but she was awake and was ready for battle. Tory, her trainer, woke
Hermione up and they both silently ate breakfast together. Dressed in white
and gold robes, Hermione tied her hair up into a tight ponytail and shoved
her wand in her pocket (just in case). She didn't know how long it was
going to last, her battle that is, but she wasn't looking forward to it.
After checking that she had everything but her confidence she exited her room. When she stepped out into the hallway, it was crowded with hordes of people all bombarding their way into the main hall. It seemed to Hermione that a lot of people were going to this battle and a lot were already lined up downstairs for attendance.
Maneuvering through the sea of people, she finally made her way down the carpeted staircase and over to her team. They all looked equally terrified and Hermione was comforted that she wasn't the only one.
After the quick attendance Tory gave a quick speech.
"Just a few words before you Apparate, ladies and gentlemen. It's extremely difficult to save everyone so don't stop for everyone. Help as many as you can; the most injured preferably. Concentrate and try to block out all the other sounds around you. If battle has made you weary just simply Apparate back. You must spend at least an hour on the fields before you leave…unless something has happened to you."
Tory paused and ran her fingers through her hair. She seemed uncomfortable and nervous. She also seemed like she was keeping them from some important things that she'd rather not say to make anyone else nervous.
"Be careful out there. If you get caught in the middle of a wizards' battle, pull out and Apparate back here. Good luck"
Without any warning Tory Apparated all of them. Hermione felt like she was in a blinding white light, when the blur of red and gray suddenly became clearer to her. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw what the red blur was.
Thousands of bodies were strewn across the fields. Sounds of screaming, moaning, and evil laughter erupted and echoed off of the sullen trees that surrounded the fields. Hermione's whole world began to spin and blur in and out as she looked on at the piles of people. Blood stained the green grass and the sky swirled above her in gray and black and it threatened to rain. The immensities of the sky and the fields clashed together and it all didn't make sense to her.
She was in war and it was finally hitting her now. And then she felt lonely. She knew was alone in this. Everyone from her team scurried outwards to help people. Amidst the screams of terror, and the bodies that lay lifeless across the floor, she carefully and clumsily kneeled over to some of the bodies on the floor to feel their pulse. With a shaking hand she felt each one with no luck so far. She kept checking but the more she checked the more her stomach tossed.
She felt her stomach churn and threaten to lose her breakfast. She fell over and pressed her face down against the cold grass.
"Please…let this be over…please.", Hermione whispered into the grass.
It was only the beginning and already she was feeling tired and sick.
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After healing a few people she was already worn out and tired. Healing a person with abilities such as hers, it takes a lot of energy out of you. Hermione clawed the grass desperately. She found an empty spot on the dirty, muddy grass and she sat down. She didn't know if she'd have the strength to get up again.
Her dirty, muddy state was only adding to her tiredness level and all she wanted to do was go home. She rubbed her engagement ring between her fingers and she felt hot tears sting her eyes. She wiped them away with a muddy hand. When she was just about to doze off into a deep sleep she heard the cry of a man beside her. He must have just fallen by her because she didn't remember seeing him. She glanced over and saw that his white-blond hair was now brown with dirt. His face was bruised and swelling. He continued to squint as he was in great pain. Hermione didn't think twice.
She crawled over bodies to get to him and paused kneeling beside him. She shushed his moans with a whisper.
"Please sir, I'll help you. Shh…now."
He looked up at her, and she recognized those cold gray-blue eyes, but she didn't have time to think. She closed her eyes tightly and raised her hands over the wounds that devoured his muscular body. She concentrated with every last energy she had within her and she let her powers pour into him with a burst. He stilled for a moment before standing up, as if he hadn't been hurt at all.
Hermione, too weak to move, stared up at him. Although her vision was blurry, it was then she realized she did not recognize his robes. They were gray and green. She began to sway and she collapsed onto other bodies.
She felt the young man shake her and whisper things. But the world was slowly fading away to her. Everything was becoming smaller but she heard the voices around her speak although they were barely audible against the sounds of war.
A man with a stern voice spoke. "Lt. Malfoy? Are you all right?"
"Yes I'm a'right."
Hermione felt herself being lifted by two strong hands and then the arguing of those two men
And then everything went black.
After checking that she had everything but her confidence she exited her room. When she stepped out into the hallway, it was crowded with hordes of people all bombarding their way into the main hall. It seemed to Hermione that a lot of people were going to this battle and a lot were already lined up downstairs for attendance.
Maneuvering through the sea of people, she finally made her way down the carpeted staircase and over to her team. They all looked equally terrified and Hermione was comforted that she wasn't the only one.
After the quick attendance Tory gave a quick speech.
"Just a few words before you Apparate, ladies and gentlemen. It's extremely difficult to save everyone so don't stop for everyone. Help as many as you can; the most injured preferably. Concentrate and try to block out all the other sounds around you. If battle has made you weary just simply Apparate back. You must spend at least an hour on the fields before you leave…unless something has happened to you."
Tory paused and ran her fingers through her hair. She seemed uncomfortable and nervous. She also seemed like she was keeping them from some important things that she'd rather not say to make anyone else nervous.
"Be careful out there. If you get caught in the middle of a wizards' battle, pull out and Apparate back here. Good luck"
Without any warning Tory Apparated all of them. Hermione felt like she was in a blinding white light, when the blur of red and gray suddenly became clearer to her. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw what the red blur was.
Thousands of bodies were strewn across the fields. Sounds of screaming, moaning, and evil laughter erupted and echoed off of the sullen trees that surrounded the fields. Hermione's whole world began to spin and blur in and out as she looked on at the piles of people. Blood stained the green grass and the sky swirled above her in gray and black and it threatened to rain. The immensities of the sky and the fields clashed together and it all didn't make sense to her.
She was in war and it was finally hitting her now. And then she felt lonely. She knew was alone in this. Everyone from her team scurried outwards to help people. Amidst the screams of terror, and the bodies that lay lifeless across the floor, she carefully and clumsily kneeled over to some of the bodies on the floor to feel their pulse. With a shaking hand she felt each one with no luck so far. She kept checking but the more she checked the more her stomach tossed.
She felt her stomach churn and threaten to lose her breakfast. She fell over and pressed her face down against the cold grass.
"Please…let this be over…please.", Hermione whispered into the grass.
It was only the beginning and already she was feeling tired and sick.
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After healing a few people she was already worn out and tired. Healing a person with abilities such as hers, it takes a lot of energy out of you. Hermione clawed the grass desperately. She found an empty spot on the dirty, muddy grass and she sat down. She didn't know if she'd have the strength to get up again.
Her dirty, muddy state was only adding to her tiredness level and all she wanted to do was go home. She rubbed her engagement ring between her fingers and she felt hot tears sting her eyes. She wiped them away with a muddy hand. When she was just about to doze off into a deep sleep she heard the cry of a man beside her. He must have just fallen by her because she didn't remember seeing him. She glanced over and saw that his white-blond hair was now brown with dirt. His face was bruised and swelling. He continued to squint as he was in great pain. Hermione didn't think twice.
She crawled over bodies to get to him and paused kneeling beside him. She shushed his moans with a whisper.
"Please sir, I'll help you. Shh…now."
He looked up at her, and she recognized those cold gray-blue eyes, but she didn't have time to think. She closed her eyes tightly and raised her hands over the wounds that devoured his muscular body. She concentrated with every last energy she had within her and she let her powers pour into him with a burst. He stilled for a moment before standing up, as if he hadn't been hurt at all.
Hermione, too weak to move, stared up at him. Although her vision was blurry, it was then she realized she did not recognize his robes. They were gray and green. She began to sway and she collapsed onto other bodies.
She felt the young man shake her and whisper things. But the world was slowly fading away to her. Everything was becoming smaller but she heard the voices around her speak although they were barely audible against the sounds of war.
A man with a stern voice spoke. "Lt. Malfoy? Are you all right?"
"Yes I'm a'right."
Hermione felt herself being lifted by two strong hands and then the arguing of those two men
And then everything went black.