Ok 2nd chapter I am aiming for it to be a little longer. But as I always say that, I doubt it will be!

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Stumbling over rocks, slipping and sliding in the dank mud she hurtled towards the lake, the cool water being turned to froth by the harsh wind and rain. Slipping one final time and losing her balance she fell head first into the freezing lake. Feeling the water engulf her, a sense of calm overcame Hermione. Her salty tears mixed with the fresh water, and the cold bit at her skin when she emerged, spluttering.

Suddenly she thought, "Why am I struggling? Why am I bothering to try and save my pathetic self?" At that moment, everything moved in slow motion. Hermione for the first time in years felt the rain on her skin, tiny droplets just drifting down past her and splashing into the water. Leaves swirled almost daintily around the trees, everything was real to her. The numbness had left her heart in an explosion of agony, pain pulsed though her veins making a cry escape her lips and she purposefully gave up her struggle completely as a strong current pulled her under the surface . . .

*POV Switch*

I was sitting up on my window ledge, thinking, as I normally do when it rains, I find the rain relaxes me even when it was a storm such as tonight's, when I heard the scream. It wasn't a long piercing scream, nor a short shout, but a cry tinged with pain and years of suffering let out in one go. I could hear the distress in the voice though, and immediately sought out the location of the person. It came from down by the lake, which worried me as the cry had been cut short. It was a surprise I heard it at all, what with the noise of the storm and the sore throat from which the tortured sound had emerged. A good job my window is near.

So I knew I had to do something about this person, whoever they may be, pure blood or not (for that is not my care but my families), so I called my broomstick and cloak to me, dressed, and pushed off out of the window. Hurtling down to the grounds I could see the skids in the mud where someone rushed out of the school and I followed them at my brooms top speed until I reached the lake where I dismounted and plunged into the watery depths.

Cursing, I realized that I had not learnt the spell to aid my breathing. So I had to rely on my own lung capacity. I could however use my wand to light my way. Beneath the surface, all was far from calm. The mud along the bottom of the shallows was churned by the struggle, so I could barely see my pale hands in front of my face. But I caught sight of a flash of black; it could have been anything but it was all I had to go on so I went up for breath a dived down towards it. I soon saw a young woman, drifting slowly to the bottom, dressed in black jeans and a black sweatshirt. Feeling my breath running out I panicked and grabbed hold of her around the waist and kicked as hard as I could, feeling the water rushing past me and the added weight of the woman. I suddenly realized what it was that was making it so difficult, her sweatshirt. I tore it off her and felt the weight lighten immensely. It was then that my wand went out. Puzzled as I was by this, I had no time to stop and check.

As I burst through the surface of the water I was greeted by an explosion of thunder, the storm had gotten worse. I dragged her through the choppy water and placed her carefully in the mud on the bank. In a flash of lightning I saw the face of Hermione Granger lit up in full, and I gasped. She had 3 long gashes across her chest and stomach, from what I could see there may have been more underneath her sports bra, which would mean that they hadn't been done during her fall. But I had no time for contemplation, because she wasn't breathing and my wand was broken . . .

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Oh no, what will happen? Please R it really, really helps me. Thanks for reading this, even if you don't R&R.