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A/N: Yeah, so I made Hermione's life miserable. BFD! I have to power, and there's nothing you can do about it. MUAHAHAHAH!
Anyways, here's the story. This chapter's going to be a weird one, because I got bored one night, and decided to change things around a bit. The chapter I had intended for this one is going to be chapter five. Every time one of these (~*~*~) shows up is when Hermione looses conscious thought. So, I hope you enjoy. (Remember, I got bored.)
Once the current of awareness of the self is set afoot, it becomes everlasting and continuous by intensification. Unknown
Chapter Four: 'My eyes burn' was the first thought I had when I finally became aware of myself. And my eyes did burn; my eyes burned as if shards of glass were imbedded in them. But that pain disappeared when I suddenly became aware of the rest of my body. Every single cell of my being felt like it was on fire, and vaguely I recalled feeling that pain somewhere else, but I couldn't remember where. As for remembering a location, I had no idea as to where I was. The last thing I remembered was falling out of my window.
Time had no meaning, and I just assumed that I was still lying on the grass, only a minute after my fall. I knew that the creatures were coming, so I tried to move, but found I couldn't. A small bubble of panic began to rise in my throat, and despite my hard efforts to move, I found that I couldn't. There was no sound where I was, and my vision was met with blackness. I wondered idly if I was now deaf and blind.
I tried to hear, to see, but it was as if I was trapped in a void, devoid of light and sound. I wanted to get out, but I felt like I was kept in a glass chamber, and I was unable to find the door out. I pushed and pushed on that mental barrier, but a dark voice sounded in my head, "NO!" Immediately, the barrier grew hot, and I pulled back screaming. I went back to the place I had seemingly come from. Maybe if I went back, the pain would stop. I receded into the darkness.
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I became aware of myself minutes, hours, maybe even days after the first time I had become conscious. I couldn't remember anything, thought, save for the long fall from the window. Again I wildly wondered where I was, and attempted to push out of that barrier. But that icy voice held me back, and I sunk back into oblivion. Obviously, someone didn't want me to be conscious, and I wasn't about to test his or her patience. Who needs reality, anyways?
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"I wonder if no one realizes that no words rhyme with either purple or orange," I wondered idly on one bored night/day in the empty void I assumed to be my imagination; my imagination because their was no way that the knowledge part of my mind be that incredibly empty.
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I was so bored. So utterly, utterly bored. It was like sitting through a class of History of Magic where Professor Binns is repeating himself over, and over, and over, and over. Of Merlin! The monotony!
~*~*~
I had to get out of there! I was going absolutely nuts. I had realized by then that I had been lost within myself for quite some time. Merlin, was I this boring in real life? I made a mental note to myself to try to be more fun. That got me thinking. If I was no longer in my body, but somewhere in my mind, could I make a mental note to myself? I can't send a mental note to my mind if I'm already there? Then I wonder, "How can I be conscious if I'm in only a part of my mind? If I'm in my mind, I don't have my mind with me. How does all of this work? Am I really saying this? How can I say this to myself if I'm trapped in myself? I wonder if this is why I can't remember anything, because I can't access the memory part of my mind. But how can I remember the fall out of the window, if I can't access my memories? And if I'm trapped in my mind, who is controlling my body? If I'm trapped inside, who is controlling the outside? Or am I still there on the grass, moments after the fall, all of these thoughts passing through like lightning? Or is someone controlling me; well, not me, because I'm here, but my body. But if someone is controlling my body, who is it?" (A/N: I don't do authors notes often in the story, but was anyone else confused? I know I am. And I'm the one that wrote it.)
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"I don't like red-headed people. Save for the Weasleys, redheaded people, especially boys, creep me out. That horrible orange hair, that pale skin, those freckles, those foul attitudes! Save for the Weasleys', I can't stand any of them."
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"Humdidodido, I'm so bored I don't know what to do."
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"Humdideedidee, I might as well be stuck in a tree."
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"Mary had a little chicken, little chicken, little chicken. Mary had a little chicken, and she killed it for her soup."
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I have got to get out of here! I am so incredibly bored!"
~*~*~
"Maybe if I try hard enough, I can get past the barrier, ignoring the burning pain of course. What I need is a way to get past it. Maybe if I leave this suffocating feeling will go away. How, though, can I feel that way, if I'm in my mind, not using the feeling part of my mind. How can I feel this feeling as if I'm trapped in water? Curious how I can feel this way, but do not need to breathe."
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"Ok. So running head on to the barrier doesn't work. I'll try to remember that."
~*~*~
"THAT'S IT! I'M BREAKING OUT OF HERE YOU EVIL FUCK! YOU CAN'T KEEP ME IN HERE FOREVER! I KNOW YOU HEAR ME! LET ME OUT OF HERE! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
~*~*~
"Ok, so if I run at it hard enough, and push hard enough, I'll get out. I wish I had my wand."
~*~*~
By then I was probably going insane. It was so dull where I was. So unbelievably dull. I didn't know how long I was in there, but I wanted out. Finally I had enough. Working up the nerve, I ran (at least, I felt like I was running) straight at the barrier. Ignoring the voice screaming at me to stop, I pushed my way, feeling the white-hot film of the barrier bend forward. I stretched and stretched at the barrier, until finally, millennia later, the barrier broke. I pushed through, when all of a sudden, I felt as if I were being split in to, like a razor was cutting me down the middle. I had broken the barrier in my mind, and I was being punished for it. The voice screamed no, but it was barely inaudible over my screams of pain. Everything around me shattered like glass. I passed through darkness, my 'eyes' closed tight. And when I opened them, I was staring up into bright light, and into the surprised face of Professor Snape.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter.
A/N: Yeah, so I made Hermione's life miserable. BFD! I have to power, and there's nothing you can do about it. MUAHAHAHAH!
Anyways, here's the story. This chapter's going to be a weird one, because I got bored one night, and decided to change things around a bit. The chapter I had intended for this one is going to be chapter five. Every time one of these (~*~*~) shows up is when Hermione looses conscious thought. So, I hope you enjoy. (Remember, I got bored.)
Once the current of awareness of the self is set afoot, it becomes everlasting and continuous by intensification. Unknown
Chapter Four: 'My eyes burn' was the first thought I had when I finally became aware of myself. And my eyes did burn; my eyes burned as if shards of glass were imbedded in them. But that pain disappeared when I suddenly became aware of the rest of my body. Every single cell of my being felt like it was on fire, and vaguely I recalled feeling that pain somewhere else, but I couldn't remember where. As for remembering a location, I had no idea as to where I was. The last thing I remembered was falling out of my window.
Time had no meaning, and I just assumed that I was still lying on the grass, only a minute after my fall. I knew that the creatures were coming, so I tried to move, but found I couldn't. A small bubble of panic began to rise in my throat, and despite my hard efforts to move, I found that I couldn't. There was no sound where I was, and my vision was met with blackness. I wondered idly if I was now deaf and blind.
I tried to hear, to see, but it was as if I was trapped in a void, devoid of light and sound. I wanted to get out, but I felt like I was kept in a glass chamber, and I was unable to find the door out. I pushed and pushed on that mental barrier, but a dark voice sounded in my head, "NO!" Immediately, the barrier grew hot, and I pulled back screaming. I went back to the place I had seemingly come from. Maybe if I went back, the pain would stop. I receded into the darkness.
~*~*~
I became aware of myself minutes, hours, maybe even days after the first time I had become conscious. I couldn't remember anything, thought, save for the long fall from the window. Again I wildly wondered where I was, and attempted to push out of that barrier. But that icy voice held me back, and I sunk back into oblivion. Obviously, someone didn't want me to be conscious, and I wasn't about to test his or her patience. Who needs reality, anyways?
~*~*~
"I wonder if no one realizes that no words rhyme with either purple or orange," I wondered idly on one bored night/day in the empty void I assumed to be my imagination; my imagination because their was no way that the knowledge part of my mind be that incredibly empty.
~*~*~
I was so bored. So utterly, utterly bored. It was like sitting through a class of History of Magic where Professor Binns is repeating himself over, and over, and over, and over. Of Merlin! The monotony!
~*~*~
I had to get out of there! I was going absolutely nuts. I had realized by then that I had been lost within myself for quite some time. Merlin, was I this boring in real life? I made a mental note to myself to try to be more fun. That got me thinking. If I was no longer in my body, but somewhere in my mind, could I make a mental note to myself? I can't send a mental note to my mind if I'm already there? Then I wonder, "How can I be conscious if I'm in only a part of my mind? If I'm in my mind, I don't have my mind with me. How does all of this work? Am I really saying this? How can I say this to myself if I'm trapped in myself? I wonder if this is why I can't remember anything, because I can't access the memory part of my mind. But how can I remember the fall out of the window, if I can't access my memories? And if I'm trapped in my mind, who is controlling my body? If I'm trapped inside, who is controlling the outside? Or am I still there on the grass, moments after the fall, all of these thoughts passing through like lightning? Or is someone controlling me; well, not me, because I'm here, but my body. But if someone is controlling my body, who is it?" (A/N: I don't do authors notes often in the story, but was anyone else confused? I know I am. And I'm the one that wrote it.)
~*~*~
"I don't like red-headed people. Save for the Weasleys, redheaded people, especially boys, creep me out. That horrible orange hair, that pale skin, those freckles, those foul attitudes! Save for the Weasleys', I can't stand any of them."
~*~*~
"Humdidodido, I'm so bored I don't know what to do."
~*~*~
"Humdideedidee, I might as well be stuck in a tree."
~*~*~
"Mary had a little chicken, little chicken, little chicken. Mary had a little chicken, and she killed it for her soup."
~*~*~
I have got to get out of here! I am so incredibly bored!"
~*~*~
"Maybe if I try hard enough, I can get past the barrier, ignoring the burning pain of course. What I need is a way to get past it. Maybe if I leave this suffocating feeling will go away. How, though, can I feel that way, if I'm in my mind, not using the feeling part of my mind. How can I feel this feeling as if I'm trapped in water? Curious how I can feel this way, but do not need to breathe."
~*~*~
"Ok. So running head on to the barrier doesn't work. I'll try to remember that."
~*~*~
"THAT'S IT! I'M BREAKING OUT OF HERE YOU EVIL FUCK! YOU CAN'T KEEP ME IN HERE FOREVER! I KNOW YOU HEAR ME! LET ME OUT OF HERE! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
~*~*~
"Ok, so if I run at it hard enough, and push hard enough, I'll get out. I wish I had my wand."
~*~*~
By then I was probably going insane. It was so dull where I was. So unbelievably dull. I didn't know how long I was in there, but I wanted out. Finally I had enough. Working up the nerve, I ran (at least, I felt like I was running) straight at the barrier. Ignoring the voice screaming at me to stop, I pushed my way, feeling the white-hot film of the barrier bend forward. I stretched and stretched at the barrier, until finally, millennia later, the barrier broke. I pushed through, when all of a sudden, I felt as if I were being split in to, like a razor was cutting me down the middle. I had broken the barrier in my mind, and I was being punished for it. The voice screamed no, but it was barely inaudible over my screams of pain. Everything around me shattered like glass. I passed through darkness, my 'eyes' closed tight. And when I opened them, I was staring up into bright light, and into the surprised face of Professor Snape.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter.