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Chapter 2: Say You're Here and It's All Over NoW
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Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me..*sniff*.. hmm...maybe the plot belongs to me..no someone else has probably done it
before. Same with this format.
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"Help!" Hermione cried, "Please someone help me!" She was speaking to the walls, the air, it seemed, as no
one was in the room with her. She lay on the cold cement floor, hopelessly crying for help. There was no door, no
window to escape. One lightbulb hung from the ceiling, giving not enough light to cover the whole room. "Help," she
cried again, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm here Hermione," a voice said, cold and chilling to the bone. But to the distressed girl, any sound was a
beacon of hope. "Where are you? Please help me." Hermione stood up and searched the room, no one. There was only her in
the lonely room, but she kept close to the center. The voice came again, "I am here." "Where?" her voice cracked, tears
streamed down her soft cheeks. "Here," a shadow crept from the darkest corner. A sliver of light shone on the face.
Hermione gasped. It was Voldemort, but somehow she did not fear him, he was not a threat to her. She only wanted his
help, and he offered it.
"No one wants you." said Voldemort letting his helping act drop. "I can give you something that no one can. I,
can give you death." Hermione thought about his offer. But her mind screamed, "No! I do not want to die!" Another part
of her mind countered that, "But who cares about me anyways?" "Yess," hissed Voldemort. Slowly, after arguing with her-
self, Hermione nodded. Voldemort cackled, his cold voice shrill in the air. Maybe I should give you a little dose pain,
real pain. "Crucio!" Hermione collapsed on the floor, twitching in pain. It felt like all the elephants and rhinos in
the world were stampeding over her. It felt like she was burning alive. She couldn't breath, her eyes were pleading.
Suddenly Voldemort stopped. He looked at her. She looked into his eyes and found something very familiar about
them. 'They're my mother's,' her mind whispered. The same shape, same colour. Abruptly, Voldemort's skin was bubbling,
he was shrinking. Hair sprouted from his pale, bald head and fell down to his past his shoulders. Voldemort, had just
transformed into Mrs. Granger.
Rushing towards her, Hermione hugged her mother while Mrs. Granger was stroking her hair. "I'm here," she
whispered, "It's over. It's okay sweetie, don't cry."
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A/N: Chapter 2! Another short one. I didn't like it that much. Have you noticed how both chapter's ended with the
chapter's title? Do you want to keep it like that or not. Review and tell me!
Whisper
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Chapter 2: Say You're Here and It's All Over NoW
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Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me..*sniff*.. hmm...maybe the plot belongs to me..no someone else has probably done it
before. Same with this format.
^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^
"Help!" Hermione cried, "Please someone help me!" She was speaking to the walls, the air, it seemed, as no
one was in the room with her. She lay on the cold cement floor, hopelessly crying for help. There was no door, no
window to escape. One lightbulb hung from the ceiling, giving not enough light to cover the whole room. "Help," she
cried again, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm here Hermione," a voice said, cold and chilling to the bone. But to the distressed girl, any sound was a
beacon of hope. "Where are you? Please help me." Hermione stood up and searched the room, no one. There was only her in
the lonely room, but she kept close to the center. The voice came again, "I am here." "Where?" her voice cracked, tears
streamed down her soft cheeks. "Here," a shadow crept from the darkest corner. A sliver of light shone on the face.
Hermione gasped. It was Voldemort, but somehow she did not fear him, he was not a threat to her. She only wanted his
help, and he offered it.
"No one wants you." said Voldemort letting his helping act drop. "I can give you something that no one can. I,
can give you death." Hermione thought about his offer. But her mind screamed, "No! I do not want to die!" Another part
of her mind countered that, "But who cares about me anyways?" "Yess," hissed Voldemort. Slowly, after arguing with her-
self, Hermione nodded. Voldemort cackled, his cold voice shrill in the air. Maybe I should give you a little dose pain,
real pain. "Crucio!" Hermione collapsed on the floor, twitching in pain. It felt like all the elephants and rhinos in
the world were stampeding over her. It felt like she was burning alive. She couldn't breath, her eyes were pleading.
Suddenly Voldemort stopped. He looked at her. She looked into his eyes and found something very familiar about
them. 'They're my mother's,' her mind whispered. The same shape, same colour. Abruptly, Voldemort's skin was bubbling,
he was shrinking. Hair sprouted from his pale, bald head and fell down to his past his shoulders. Voldemort, had just
transformed into Mrs. Granger.
Rushing towards her, Hermione hugged her mother while Mrs. Granger was stroking her hair. "I'm here," she
whispered, "It's over. It's okay sweetie, don't cry."
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A/N: Chapter 2! Another short one. I didn't like it that much. Have you noticed how both chapter's ended with the
chapter's title? Do you want to keep it like that or not. Review and tell me!