Chapter 4 Tourniquet
Hermione woke up early the next morning to hear voices yelling at each other from downstairs. She quickly rushed downstairs to see Ginny Weasley backed up against the back wall of the living room. On the other side of the room stood Lucius and Draco.
"Hermione, help me!" Ginny screamed.
"Ah, Hermione," Lucius sneered. "Draco's told me all about who you really are. I'm pleased to inform you that you will be seeing more of this house."
Hermione could hear Ginny's sharp intense breathing. She sounded like she was in pain, but Hermione knew that she was just afraid.
Lucius raised his wand high into the air and pointed his wand at Ginny. "Painonous!" He screamed. Instantly Ginny's screams began echoing throughout the room/ Hermione couldn't take this. She didn't have a wand anymore. She felt hopeless.
Hermione plunged forward toward Lucius. He fell to the ground. Hermione looked over to see that Ginny was lying on the floor too. She looked almost dead.
"Filthy girl," Lucius screamed. "You'll always be a dirty little Mudblood."
Hermione backed up against the same wall that Ginny had stood against only seconds before. She felt hopeless. Lucius drew a sword out of nowhere and flung it across the room at Hermione. It fell deep into her stomach. As she slowly pulled the blade out of her stomach she could feel something inside of her rising up. As the blade fell to the floor so did she.
~*~
I tried to kill the pain
but only brought more
I lay dying
and I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
~*~
Hermione could feel Ginny's sharp and jagged breathing nearby. She could almost feel Ginny's pain surge through her body. Something inside her told her to get up: to try to fight. As she gained some of her last remaining energy, Hermione pushed herself off the floor.
~*~
I'm dying praying bleeding and screaming
am I too lost to be saved
am I too lost?
~*~
Hermione wasn't even sure what made her do it. She knew that if she did save Ginny, that they might not ever be able to be friends again. She knew that she hade to try though.
~*~
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
~*~
Hermione waved her wands just like they were her wand. Sparks shot out of her fingers and hit Lucius in the stomach. Lucius doubled over in pain. Hermione could feel the thick red blood falling out of her body.
"Ministilous," Hermione breathed. "The last thing that she remember was seeing Ministry officials file into the Malfoy Manor.
~*~
do you remember me
lost for so long
will you be on the other side
or will you forget me
I'm dying praying bleeding and screaming
am I too lost to be saved
am I too lost?
~*~
Hermione woke up shortly after fainting to see that Ginny was awake.
"I'm so sorry," Hermione said as she ran over to Ginny. Hermione could tell that her wounds had been magically healed.
"I know you didn't mean to," Ginny replied. Hermione could feel tears streaming down her face.
"Will you ever be able to forgive me?" Hermione replied.
"Of course," Ginny replied.
~*~
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
~*~
Later that day Hermione stood outside the Malfoy Manor, watching the sun set in the distance. She couldn't believe all the stuff that she had done. She thought that she never would have had to go through that. Hermione held out a lighter over all the books that she had been studying lately. She would have preferred to use her wand but she still didn't have it. With a quick movement Hermione set the books on fire.
~*~
my wounds cry for the grave
my soul cries for deliverance
will I be denied Christ
tourniquet
my suicide
~*~
Tears began streaming down Hermione's face. She could hear someone slowly approaching the place where she stood.
"Draco was gone by the time the Ministry arrived," Ginny said. "Listen, I've been controlled before and I know what it feels like after you betray your friends. You learn to get over it because your friends will never be mad at you if you truly are sorry."
"Thanks Gin," Hermione replied as she started off in the horizon. There was no telling what this year would bring.