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Chapter 2- Why, Harry Why?
Hermione wakes up suddenly, her still naked body shivering in the cold. "Where am I?" She asks mainly to herself. "Oh..Harry" She thought back to what she thought had happened, but yet she didn't want to believe it. "Harry wanted to kill me, or rape me, or both" She walked to a clearing in the forest to see if she could view her surroundings, suddenly she let go a great sigh of relief at the sight. She was back at Hogwarts.
Hermione hurries up to the castle steps in the moonlight, hair clinging to still damp skin from the early morning dew. She reaches the doors, and tries to open them, she can't. "They have never locked the doors before" she thought to herself as she tried some wandless magic, to no avail. "ALOHAMORA" she cried, and still nothing. She resigns herself to curling up in a ball and waiting for someone to hopefully venture out early maybe for a little morning run, or just to come and find her. She would settle for anyone finding her at this point, even Professor Snape, anyone except Harry.
The more Hermione thought about it, the more it made sense. Harry, in all his glory, is no longer the Gryffindor golden boy. Ever since their fifth year, everyone, except maybe Dumbledore was started to doubt Harry, and his abilities to destroy Lord Voldemort.
But destroy him he did, and not without losses, Ron was dead, Minerva McGonnagall fell courageously protecting Harry from yet another "AVADA KEDAVRA" curse and poor Ginny Weasley had been tortured so long under the Cruciatus curse that she was farther gone than even Neville Longbottom's parents were, and she jumped off the Astronomy Tower the same night her brother was brought into the Hospital Wing for preparations. Poppy Pomfrey knew that this would not be the last of her children (she called them hers because she did in fact take care of them for seven years out of their lives) to lose their life or their sanity over this petty, insane battle for power.
Chapter 2- Why, Harry Why?
Hermione wakes up suddenly, her still naked body shivering in the cold. "Where am I?" She asks mainly to herself. "Oh..Harry" She thought back to what she thought had happened, but yet she didn't want to believe it. "Harry wanted to kill me, or rape me, or both" She walked to a clearing in the forest to see if she could view her surroundings, suddenly she let go a great sigh of relief at the sight. She was back at Hogwarts.
Hermione hurries up to the castle steps in the moonlight, hair clinging to still damp skin from the early morning dew. She reaches the doors, and tries to open them, she can't. "They have never locked the doors before" she thought to herself as she tried some wandless magic, to no avail. "ALOHAMORA" she cried, and still nothing. She resigns herself to curling up in a ball and waiting for someone to hopefully venture out early maybe for a little morning run, or just to come and find her. She would settle for anyone finding her at this point, even Professor Snape, anyone except Harry.
The more Hermione thought about it, the more it made sense. Harry, in all his glory, is no longer the Gryffindor golden boy. Ever since their fifth year, everyone, except maybe Dumbledore was started to doubt Harry, and his abilities to destroy Lord Voldemort.
But destroy him he did, and not without losses, Ron was dead, Minerva McGonnagall fell courageously protecting Harry from yet another "AVADA KEDAVRA" curse and poor Ginny Weasley had been tortured so long under the Cruciatus curse that she was farther gone than even Neville Longbottom's parents were, and she jumped off the Astronomy Tower the same night her brother was brought into the Hospital Wing for preparations. Poppy Pomfrey knew that this would not be the last of her children (she called them hers because she did in fact take care of them for seven years out of their lives) to lose their life or their sanity over this petty, insane battle for power.