December 9, 2000
Hera's Apartment
Hera Potter woke up with a start, sitting up in her bed with a rasping gasp for air, fighting for birth as she flung her sweat-laden shirt to the floor feeling as though it were choking her.
She swung her legs over the bed to the floor fighting to get off the bed.
She rose to her swaying feet, feeling lightheaded she sat back down on her bed, curling up into a fetal position as she tried to process her dream.
The clang of swords.
Fire.
Blood.
Tom laughing. Always laughing.
Draco's smile.
His touch.
Hidden kisses in broom closets.
Lingering looks in hallways.
I love you's exchanged on the cusp of war.
Secret rendezvous.
Draco's death.
Hermione's scream.
Ron crying.
The roar of a dragon.
Loving violet eyes.
A mother's touch.
A brother's laugh.
A father's guiding hand.
A lover holding her gently.
Screaming.
Always screaming.
The green light of the Avada Kedavra.
A Sword singing through the air heading towards her head.
Hera opened her eyes as she felt tries drip down her face, not knowing what to do.
She has been having these dreams ever since she defeated Tom.
She thought she was free of the terror of being hunted.
But now she is just haunted by the ghosts of her past.
The woman didn't understand half of what she saw in her dreams.
A faraway land where the summer lasted for ten years, and the winter lasted longer.
A land where dragons danced, wolves howled, and lions roamed.
They were a reprieve from the war. From the nightmares of terror and dread.
But lately, she has noticed that they've turned darker.
Brother against Brother.
Mother against Mother.
Family against Family.
Fire.
Blood.
Steel ringing.
Death.
Dragon's Clashing.
She felt as though she was slowly going insane.
She tried to go to a mind healer per 'Mione's suggestion but the dreams persisted even after getting medication to help with her night terrors.
She felt mad, desperate, and hella depressed as she walked across the room to open her curtains, catching sight of the snow-laden grounds and the busy street filled with people going about their day, headless of the turmoil of young girl who stared at them with envy, wondering if her life would ever be simple.
Hera decided then and there that she needed to get out of this apartment.
If Hermione could see her new brooding until all hours of the day, she would be in one hell of a scolding.
Maybe a visit to Hermione and Fred's place would cheer her up.
She would get to see her niece and nephew.
She couldn't believe that Hermione was a mom to twins. But she couldn't think of a better mom than Hermione Granger-Weasley. Her sister was a force to be reckoned with, conquering anything with a lioness fierceness that rang true with her Gryffindor bravery.
Oh, maybe she could buy some gifts for them along the way. She knew that flourish and blots had a new book series on a fantasy series coming out that the twins would love.
Maybe a treat or two for them as well.
She could hear 'mione scolding her now for spoiling her kids.
Hera knew that she could charm 'mione by telling her sister that it was her prerogative as their favorite aunt to always be there to spoil them.
Hera laughed at the image, surprising herself as the sound echoed across the empty flat.
Hera frowned.
Merlin, she couldn't even remember the last time she laughed.
She shook her head, enough self-reflection today.
I need to get out of this place and food.
Yes, food first.
Hera thought as she walked to her bathroom silently casting tempus to check the time, raising an eyebrow that it was only nine in the morning.
Okay, a full English breakfast sounds really good right now.
Her stomach growled at the thought.
She grinned as she turned on her shower as turned on her radio feeling as though her spirits were lifted by the minute.
After her shower, Hera got ready putting on a white tank top, a white turtleneck, high-waisted red corduroy pants, and thick woolen socks.
As she went over to her jewelry box, she picked out her mother's wedding ring slipping it onto her right ring finger feeling a sense of warmth at the thought of her parent's love.
She grabbed a gold necklace in the shape of a snitch and some golden hoops grinning as she caught sight of her pixie cut. It was an impulse decision, but she couldn't deny that as she tried as she felt she definitely looked good.
Hera grabbed her house keys, setting her purse on the counter before bundling up in her winter layers and bending down to put on her boots over her thick woolen socks.
Once she was done dressing, she caught sight of herself in the hallway's mirror looking as drained as she felt. The dark shadows underneath her emerald gaze, pale caramel skin, and tired gaze made her stifle yawn just looking at it.
Hera scrunched her nose up feeling as though she was withering away.
She just wanted to live.
That's all.
Just live.
She clenched her jaw in determination as a fire lit her emerald gaze. All her life she fought for her survival, nearly being killed in more ways to count, training to survive, evading, and eventually killing a Dark Lord drunk with power.
Death has licked her heels ever since she was born.
She wouldn't let her demons destroy her now.
She survived worse.
She can survive this too.
Not knowing that she walked to her death.
Wouldn't be the first time.
December 9, 2000
Hera's Apartment
Hera Potter woke up with a start, sitting up in her bed with a rasping gasp for air, fighting for birth as she flung her sweat-laden shirt to the floor feeling as though it were choking her.
She swung her legs over the bed to the floor fighting to get off the bed.
She rose to her swaying feet, feeling lightheaded she sat back down on her bed, curling up into a fetal position as she tried to process her dream.
The clang of swords.
Fire.
Blood.
Tom laughing. Always laughing.
Draco's smile.
His touch.
Hidden kisses in broom closets.
Lingering looks in hallways.
I love you's exchanged on the cusp of war.
Secret rendezvous.
Draco's death.
Hermione's scream.
Ron crying.
The roar of a dragon.
Loving violet eyes.
A mother's touch.
A brother's laugh.
A father's guiding hand.
A lover holding her gently.
Screaming.
Always screaming.
The green light of the Avada Kedavra.
A Sword singing through the air heading towards her head.
Hera opened her eyes as she felt tries drip down her face, not knowing what to do.
She has been having these dreams ever since she defeated Tom.
She thought she was free of the terror of being hunted.
But now she is just haunted by the ghosts of her past.
The woman didn't understand half of what she saw in her dreams.
A faraway land where the summer lasted for ten years, and the winter lasted longer.
A land where dragons danced, wolves howled, and lions roamed.
They were a reprieve from the war. From the nightmares of terror and dread.
But lately, she has noticed that they've turned darker.
Brother against Brother.
Mother against Mother.
Family against Family.
Fire.
Blood.
Steel ringing.
Death.
Dragon's Clashing.
She felt as though she was slowly going insane.
She tried to go to a mind healer per 'Mione's suggestion but the dreams persisted even after getting medication to help with her night terrors.
She felt mad, desperate, and hella depressed as she walked across the room to open her curtains, catching sight of the snow-laden grounds and the busy street filled with people going about their day, headless of the turmoil of young girl who stared at them with envy, wondering if her life would ever be simple.
Hera decided then and there that she needed to get out of this apartment.
If Hermione could see her new brooding until all hours of the day, she would be in one hell of a scolding.
Maybe a visit to Hermione and Fred's place would cheer her up.
She would get to see her niece and nephew.
She couldn't believe that Hermione was a mom to twins. But she couldn't think of a better mom than Hermione Granger-Weasley. Her sister was a force to be reckoned with, conquering anything with a lioness fierceness that rang true with her Gryffindor bravery.
Oh, maybe she could buy some gifts for them along the way. She knew that flourish and blots had a new book series on a fantasy series coming out that the twins would love.
Maybe a treat or two for them as well.
She could hear 'mione scolding her now for spoiling her kids.
Hera knew that she could charm 'mione by telling her sister that it was her prerogative as their favorite aunt to always be there to spoil them.
Hera laughed at the image, surprising herself as the sound echoed across the empty flat.
Hera frowned.
Merlin, she couldn't even remember the last time she laughed.
She shook her head, enough self-reflection today.
I need to get out of this place and food.
Yes, food first.
Hera thought as she walked to her bathroom silently casting tempus to check the time, raising an eyebrow that it was only nine in the morning.
Okay, a full English breakfast sounds really good right now.
Her stomach growled at the thought.
She grinned as she turned on her shower as turned on her radio feeling as though her spirits were lifted by the minute.
After her shower, Hera got ready putting on a white tank top, a white turtleneck, high-waisted red corduroy pants, and thick woolen socks.
As she went over to her jewelry box, she picked out her mother's wedding ring slipping it onto her right ring finger feeling a sense of warmth at the thought of her parent's love.
She grabbed a gold necklace in the shape of a snitch and some golden hoops grinning as she caught sight of her pixie cut. It was an impulse decision, but she couldn't deny that as she tried as she felt she definitely looked good.
Hera grabbed her house keys, setting her purse on the counter before bundling up in her winter layers and bending down to put on her boots over her thick woolen socks.
Once she was done dressing, she caught sight of herself in the hallway's mirror looking as drained as she felt. The dark shadows underneath her emerald gaze, pale caramel skin, and tired gaze made her stifle yawn just looking at it.
Hera scrunched her nose up feeling as though she was withering away.
She just wanted to live.
That's all.
Just live.
She clenched her jaw in determination as a fire lit her emerald gaze. All her life she fought for her survival, nearly being killed in more ways to count, training to survive, evading, and eventually killing a Dark Lord drunk with power.
Death has licked her heels ever since she was born.
She wouldn't let her demons destroy her now.
She survived worse.
She can survive this too.
Not knowing that she walked to her death.
Wouldn't be the first time.
Would it be the last though?
Would it be the last though?