FACES
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"When nothing waits before you.
When nothing lies behind you.
You are alone.
When nothing greets you.
When nothing watches you breathe.
You are alone.
When nothing moves around you.
When nothing seems to care.
That is when
You stand
Alone."
Hermione Granger closed her eyes and felt the applause wash over her, waves of cheering cleansing her doubt. Opening her cinnamon eyes, she looked over the faces. The faces; the ones that had deep wells for eyes; the ones that wore serious expressions. Every person in there knew what she was talking about. Every person.
Betrayal.
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A man stood in the back. His long black cloak covered his face. This girl . . . this girl was powerful. She had something he had not heard in a long time. She was not afraid to tell the truth. She was not afraid to embrace the terror. She was ready to go on, to face the emotions that kept her back all these years.
She was ready to kill.
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"You think like we do," he said.
Hermione looked up. A strange man was talking to her.
"Do I know you?"
"No," he said from beneath his black cloak. "But you might . . . soon. Come with me. I will show you the way to being happy, to letting go."
"What are you talking about?"
"A chance to revisit some old friends."
"Do you expect me to trust you?"
"No."
"Should I?"
"That, my child," he said mysteriously, "is for you to decide."
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Hermione followed him into the cold, damp night.
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LAHAK
Serenity
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"When nothing waits before you.
When nothing lies behind you.
You are alone.
When nothing greets you.
When nothing watches you breathe.
You are alone.
When nothing moves around you.
When nothing seems to care.
That is when
You stand
Alone."
Hermione Granger closed her eyes and felt the applause wash over her, waves of cheering cleansing her doubt. Opening her cinnamon eyes, she looked over the faces. The faces; the ones that had deep wells for eyes; the ones that wore serious expressions. Every person in there knew what she was talking about. Every person.
Betrayal.
-----
A man stood in the back. His long black cloak covered his face. This girl . . . this girl was powerful. She had something he had not heard in a long time. She was not afraid to tell the truth. She was not afraid to embrace the terror. She was ready to go on, to face the emotions that kept her back all these years.
She was ready to kill.
----
"You think like we do," he said.
Hermione looked up. A strange man was talking to her.
"Do I know you?"
"No," he said from beneath his black cloak. "But you might . . . soon. Come with me. I will show you the way to being happy, to letting go."
"What are you talking about?"
"A chance to revisit some old friends."
"Do you expect me to trust you?"
"No."
"Should I?"
"That, my child," he said mysteriously, "is for you to decide."
-----
Hermione followed him into the cold, damp night.
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LAHAK
Serenity