Hermione walked through the halls in full Hogwarts uniform, her face
expressionless. She passed old classrooms, staring teachers and classmates
alike, and was never the wiser.
[Will you be on the other side,]
Nearing the library, Ginny Weasley caught sight of her, starting, nearly fainting, but upon swift recovery she ran toward Hermione. Without a moment's hesitation she took her into a tearful hug, noting in the far back of her mind that she smelled faintly of dirt and mold.
Hermione made no move to reciprocate, no greeting, not even a breath was there to signify life. Ginny pulled back. She looked into eyes that were no longer a loving, soft brown, instead simply pupils, the iris having evaporated long ago.
[Or will you forget me?]
"H-Hermione?" Taking a step away, she picks up the faint sound of a growl rising in Hermione's throat.
Ginny retreats another step, and another, and Hermione follows suit, stepping forward...
Back at the gravesite, Severus, Ron and Harry stood in deep thought. They had put things back in their order, the grave not to be touched again or even gone near until Hermione had been found.
"It is imperative that we return to the school immediately and find her. No doubt she's already caused quite the upset." Turning, his cloak billowing dramatically, Severus began toward the school with long, confident strides, Harry and Ron scuttling close behind. They approach the school and don't have to walk a long way down the hall before they see Hermione, arms outstretched, fingers inching toward Ginny's throat.
They latch on, Hermione choking Ginny mercilessly, the red in Ginny's face soon giving way to light blue, beginning in her lips. Frustrated tears coursed her face as she tried with all her might to pry Hermione's hands from her throat, and all unfortunately to no avail.
"Miss Granger!" Severus finally spoke up, running forward. He, from behind, grabbed her arms by the wrists and using only a fraction of his strength, pulled her off of the nearly strangled girl, unaware that soon he would have other problems to face. He held Hermione there as Ron and Harry rushed to Ginny's aid, Hermione growing increasingly restless.
The more she thrashed, the harder he held her, at first completely oblivious of the pain that surged his entire arm from fingertips up to shoulder and back again. He felt nothing, that is, until the blood trickled down his arm and he saw it splatter on the ground.
Harry and Ron had been stopped for several moments, staring aghast at the large portion of flesh Hermione had torn out of Severus' forearm, the bone exposed.
[Will you be on the other side,]
Nearing the library, Ginny Weasley caught sight of her, starting, nearly fainting, but upon swift recovery she ran toward Hermione. Without a moment's hesitation she took her into a tearful hug, noting in the far back of her mind that she smelled faintly of dirt and mold.
Hermione made no move to reciprocate, no greeting, not even a breath was there to signify life. Ginny pulled back. She looked into eyes that were no longer a loving, soft brown, instead simply pupils, the iris having evaporated long ago.
[Or will you forget me?]
"H-Hermione?" Taking a step away, she picks up the faint sound of a growl rising in Hermione's throat.
Ginny retreats another step, and another, and Hermione follows suit, stepping forward...
Back at the gravesite, Severus, Ron and Harry stood in deep thought. They had put things back in their order, the grave not to be touched again or even gone near until Hermione had been found.
"It is imperative that we return to the school immediately and find her. No doubt she's already caused quite the upset." Turning, his cloak billowing dramatically, Severus began toward the school with long, confident strides, Harry and Ron scuttling close behind. They approach the school and don't have to walk a long way down the hall before they see Hermione, arms outstretched, fingers inching toward Ginny's throat.
They latch on, Hermione choking Ginny mercilessly, the red in Ginny's face soon giving way to light blue, beginning in her lips. Frustrated tears coursed her face as she tried with all her might to pry Hermione's hands from her throat, and all unfortunately to no avail.
"Miss Granger!" Severus finally spoke up, running forward. He, from behind, grabbed her arms by the wrists and using only a fraction of his strength, pulled her off of the nearly strangled girl, unaware that soon he would have other problems to face. He held Hermione there as Ron and Harry rushed to Ginny's aid, Hermione growing increasingly restless.
The more she thrashed, the harder he held her, at first completely oblivious of the pain that surged his entire arm from fingertips up to shoulder and back again. He felt nothing, that is, until the blood trickled down his arm and he saw it splatter on the ground.
Harry and Ron had been stopped for several moments, staring aghast at the large portion of flesh Hermione had torn out of Severus' forearm, the bone exposed.