Hermione POV
White. Not the soft, glowing white of angels, but harsh, piercing even blinding light. That was my first comprehension. My second was intense blinding pain.
So there I was surrounded by blinding white light and feeling intense blinding pain. Hence I could be excused for not being able to see too well at this point in time.
Faces swam in and out of my vision and words jumbled around my head.
Nausea swelled within me and I clenched my eyes shut with a groan.
The classic: where am I? what am I doing here? Floated through my mind as recent memories re-established themselves. Confused and muddled at first, but fluttered around until they sorted themselves out.
Pain again.but not physical. Oh how I wished it was. The anguish, the torment; they bubbled around inside of me, had I not been so tired, I could have tried to will them down, but as it was I could only lie helplessly as I felt them surge up and erupt, spewing around me.
I heard a wailing, and realised it was coming from me. Then crashing and other screams, before something was forced down my throat and I felt myself twitching and shuddering.
I found a hand in mine and squeezed it, a life line between sanity and madness; pain and numbness.
Looking back, I don't know what possessed me to hang on like I did, but if I hadn't then I doubt I would be here now.
Draco's POV
For three weeks she had been lying on that bed, motionless, lifeless, she twitched occasionally, but they said it was to be expected. A tiny white figure, the black circles under her eyes accentuated by the starkness of her face and the sheets and the walls and. every bloody thing in that room.
Every day I would sit with her, talk to her to try and reassure her. I knew the others came, but they were having a hard enough time dealing as it was. I had always hated the Weasel and his family, even later, when Harry and I had made amends I still couldn't bring myself to like him, so, while I wasn't happy that he was dead, it hadn't affected me the way it had them. I wasn't thinking about Harry.
I was sitting there, by the side of her bed as Poppy bustled around the hospital wing. Suddenly she twitched, I glanced down at her quickly, hope had sparked for a millisecond before subsiding as it always did.
Then she screamed. She screamed and screamed and screamed. Poppy came running in, white with terror. I collapsed off the chair as she squeezed my hand, I could feel the bones popping and crunching inside.
Then a beaker exploded, followed by another and another, and the glass cabinet and then the windows. Dumbledore came running in, quite an odd sight in retrospect, and threw off his glasses as if they had burned him. They had barely made it passed his crooked nose before they exploded.
Poppy had run into the other room to find something to calm her, but Severus ran in with a thick, black potion. The man must have some psychic powers, never have I seen Severus Snape carry potions in anything but a beaker or vial, but he had brought this batch in a cauldron.
Dumbledore and Severus held her down, while Poppy poured the entire cauldron down her throat. Severus growled something about the after effects of that potion, but Poppy snapped at him to shut up, most of it went on the bed and not down her throat.
He stood suddenly, stalking over to the door muttering about wastage. Dumbledore snapped at them in a frustrated tone. If I hadn't been in so much pain I would have laughed at their faces.
As it was, I was half lying and half crouching down by the bed, my hand caught in a death grip as I tried not to moan in agony. My eyes were watering and I had bitten my lip completely through.
We all had cuts on our faces and arms and little dots on crimson were appearing on our skin.
The bed above me began to shudder and levitate toward the ceiling. I was shit scared. If this was what she could do whilst unconscious. well, I had seen her at the showdown.
I began to be lifted with her, but I fell as she loosened her grasp. I scrambled out of the way, just before the bed came crashing back toward earth.
Damn gravity.
Dumbledore looked around at us.
'I think it is time I sent an owl.'
White. Not the soft, glowing white of angels, but harsh, piercing even blinding light. That was my first comprehension. My second was intense blinding pain.
So there I was surrounded by blinding white light and feeling intense blinding pain. Hence I could be excused for not being able to see too well at this point in time.
Faces swam in and out of my vision and words jumbled around my head.
Nausea swelled within me and I clenched my eyes shut with a groan.
The classic: where am I? what am I doing here? Floated through my mind as recent memories re-established themselves. Confused and muddled at first, but fluttered around until they sorted themselves out.
Pain again.but not physical. Oh how I wished it was. The anguish, the torment; they bubbled around inside of me, had I not been so tired, I could have tried to will them down, but as it was I could only lie helplessly as I felt them surge up and erupt, spewing around me.
I heard a wailing, and realised it was coming from me. Then crashing and other screams, before something was forced down my throat and I felt myself twitching and shuddering.
I found a hand in mine and squeezed it, a life line between sanity and madness; pain and numbness.
Looking back, I don't know what possessed me to hang on like I did, but if I hadn't then I doubt I would be here now.
Draco's POV
For three weeks she had been lying on that bed, motionless, lifeless, she twitched occasionally, but they said it was to be expected. A tiny white figure, the black circles under her eyes accentuated by the starkness of her face and the sheets and the walls and. every bloody thing in that room.
Every day I would sit with her, talk to her to try and reassure her. I knew the others came, but they were having a hard enough time dealing as it was. I had always hated the Weasel and his family, even later, when Harry and I had made amends I still couldn't bring myself to like him, so, while I wasn't happy that he was dead, it hadn't affected me the way it had them. I wasn't thinking about Harry.
I was sitting there, by the side of her bed as Poppy bustled around the hospital wing. Suddenly she twitched, I glanced down at her quickly, hope had sparked for a millisecond before subsiding as it always did.
Then she screamed. She screamed and screamed and screamed. Poppy came running in, white with terror. I collapsed off the chair as she squeezed my hand, I could feel the bones popping and crunching inside.
Then a beaker exploded, followed by another and another, and the glass cabinet and then the windows. Dumbledore came running in, quite an odd sight in retrospect, and threw off his glasses as if they had burned him. They had barely made it passed his crooked nose before they exploded.
Poppy had run into the other room to find something to calm her, but Severus ran in with a thick, black potion. The man must have some psychic powers, never have I seen Severus Snape carry potions in anything but a beaker or vial, but he had brought this batch in a cauldron.
Dumbledore and Severus held her down, while Poppy poured the entire cauldron down her throat. Severus growled something about the after effects of that potion, but Poppy snapped at him to shut up, most of it went on the bed and not down her throat.
He stood suddenly, stalking over to the door muttering about wastage. Dumbledore snapped at them in a frustrated tone. If I hadn't been in so much pain I would have laughed at their faces.
As it was, I was half lying and half crouching down by the bed, my hand caught in a death grip as I tried not to moan in agony. My eyes were watering and I had bitten my lip completely through.
We all had cuts on our faces and arms and little dots on crimson were appearing on our skin.
The bed above me began to shudder and levitate toward the ceiling. I was shit scared. If this was what she could do whilst unconscious. well, I had seen her at the showdown.
I began to be lifted with her, but I fell as she loosened her grasp. I scrambled out of the way, just before the bed came crashing back toward earth.
Damn gravity.
Dumbledore looked around at us.
'I think it is time I sent an owl.'