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Rowling and this story is loosely based on her Harry Potter books.
Broken Reflections.
A Harry Potter tale..
It always began like this, she remembered. the dark night, the stars bright in their sky, the night it had all happened the night they had found out the truth. She still couldn't believe it, but it was there, his face twisted into a hateful scowl, standing beside him-beside the man who had taken his whole life away from him in one fell swoop.
Then, the nightmare began to deepen, more memories came flooding back memories, of him, but not quite him, raising his wand in a final challenge, raising his wand at his best friend, his lips forever frozen in time, muttering those words that cut off all the dreams Ron had ever had.
Hermione tossed and turned in the overheated room, thoughts were crowding her head and tearing her apart. she needed to get out, she needed to escape.
Flying up above her thoughts, Hermione looked up at the foreboding castle, it seemed so small, so fragile, it had been that way ever since the boy they had all been pinning their hopes of salvation on, became the boy- who-betrayed.
Suddenly, a figure loomed out of the darkness, even from far above she knew who it was, it was him, he had come to kill the last remaining part of his old life, the last remaining part of his soul. He had come for her.
At once it happened, her broom lurched and she was falling, it almost felt like floating, the ground getting closer and closer and she closed her eyes and waited for the impact.
Broken Reflections.
A Harry Potter tale..
It always began like this, she remembered. the dark night, the stars bright in their sky, the night it had all happened the night they had found out the truth. She still couldn't believe it, but it was there, his face twisted into a hateful scowl, standing beside him-beside the man who had taken his whole life away from him in one fell swoop.
Then, the nightmare began to deepen, more memories came flooding back memories, of him, but not quite him, raising his wand in a final challenge, raising his wand at his best friend, his lips forever frozen in time, muttering those words that cut off all the dreams Ron had ever had.
Hermione tossed and turned in the overheated room, thoughts were crowding her head and tearing her apart. she needed to get out, she needed to escape.
Flying up above her thoughts, Hermione looked up at the foreboding castle, it seemed so small, so fragile, it had been that way ever since the boy they had all been pinning their hopes of salvation on, became the boy- who-betrayed.
Suddenly, a figure loomed out of the darkness, even from far above she knew who it was, it was him, he had come to kill the last remaining part of his old life, the last remaining part of his soul. He had come for her.
At once it happened, her broom lurched and she was falling, it almost felt like floating, the ground getting closer and closer and she closed her eyes and waited for the impact.