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Chapter 16
Hermione was in a very testy mood and she snapped at anyone that spoke to her now, because she was so angry with the fact that Malfoy was back, he treated her like dirt, and he seemed to know the exact words to use to make her emotions well up inside of her in a way that she wasn`t aware the could. She couldn`t believe how angry he made her all the time.
Slytherins were celebrating what they thought was the return of his memory, and Professor Snape had taken the liberty of giving Slytherin 200 points for Malfoy`s recovery, while he had docked Gryffindors for any reason that he could possibly find, right down to the 20 points he took from Neville for spelling his name with two ``l``s instead of one.
As Hermione had kept a running total, Gryffindor was in negative points right now, even with every other teacher trying to bring it back up, it seemed that Professor Snape was hard at work.
Hermione thought that Professor Snape (Or Professor Sniveling Git) was gloating about it too much, and he had even smiled when Malfoy walked into the classroom with his memory back, and told him that his grades would be brought back to 100%. Hermione had been livid. She had done his homework for absolutely nothing in the world, and nobody cared.
Hermione`s thoughts, therefore, weren`t that cheerful.
So, Malfoy was back. So what? None of my problems will be gone, so why should I care? I don`t even feel guilty about throwing that book in the fire, in fact, I wish that he hadn`t come back, because now he`s going to make my life a living hell until I die and really go there.
Hermione`s mood, as you can see, hadn`t brightened up since Malfoy had ``come back`` from wherever he had been. He was more nasty than he had been before, and he didn`t pass her once without cursing her or calling her names, and to tell you the truth, Hermione was sick of it.
Hate welled up inside of her chest whenever she thought about him, whenever she saw him she thought that she would explode with anger, so it isn`t necessary to point out that any assignments that required them to work together in their classes were equivalent to atomic explosions.
It seemed that one would go to great lengths to be the meanest, and then other would want to be meaner still, until someone had to go to the hospital wing because of curses. Twice Malfoy had been sent with curses that she had invented and there was no counter curse for.
In turn, however, it had also been Hermione that was sent to the hospital wing, and she could tell that Madam Pomfrey was getting sick of the whole thing, because her face turned red and she sputtered whenever Hermione or Draco were sent to the hospital wing, accompanied by an innocent student that was drilled and screamed at, because she couldn`t yell at the injured student.
Sighing as she thought of her troubles, Hermione began walking toward the Advanced Transfiguration room. She needed to lay down in the bed that was hers and pretend like she could be nothing, if only for a few hours. She needed to be alone right now.
She swore at the giggly portrait and it let her through without the password and Hermione stormed up to the dormitory. She had half-expected to see Malfoy there, sneering at her and glaring when she entered, just to make her life more miserable than it already was, but found the dormitory delightfully empty, which meant that she would be left in peace.
She had a bad feeling, like something bad was going to happen deep in the pit of her stomach, but she ignored it, because she didn`t understand why she felt that way. Something was telling her that things would be worse, but she didn`t know why, so she decided to stay oblivious.
She flopped down on the bed and thought of nothing in particular while she stared at the curtains that surrounded the bed. She pulled them shut around her so that if someone would walk into the room, they might not see Hermione in there, and she would be left alone. She knew that it was a childish thing to do, but she felt like she needed to. She needed to be alone.
She went back to thinking of nothing at all, and her thoughts were slowly drifting away from nothing. Her thoughts had just begun to drift to Malfoy and he position with him right now when . . .
Her thoughts instantly flew to her father, even though what she had been thinking about what totally not about her father or anything relating to her father. Why had her thoughts instantly flew to him? Hermione wondered.
How was he? She hadn`t had news from home for a while, and she didn`t know what this meant. It could have been good or bad, and she was hoping it was good. Maybe there was just nothing that they needed to tell her because he was perfectly fine.
She had sent a letter a few days ago and was hoping for a reply soon, so it came as no surprise to her when a tawny-brown owl flew into the window, in fact, she had been expecting it very much, but she still tried to anticipate what the letter would say when she opened it.
The owl soared through the window and dropped its letter into her outstretched hands. Hermione stared at the letter for a moment, wondering who on earth would send her a letter, because her brain wasn`t processing things quickly, then realizing how stupid that was, considering she had just been thinking about the letter she had sent to her parents, began pondering whether she should open the letter.
Did she want to know what it said? It could be bad news, but a part of her told her that it was bound to be good news. She wondered why the letter had come days after she had sent her letter though, but when she ripped open the envelope, her questions were answered instantly, and she felt confused at first.
She looked over the loose papers quite a few times, as though hoping to see something that she hadn`t seen before, but seeing the same thing every time.
It was written in her mother`s handwriting, and there were blotchy parts, and Hermione began to read, and as she did, she knew why there were smears and smudges. Her mother had been crying, but at first, she couldn`t see why, because the letter seemed cheerful to Hermione.
---
Hermione,
How are you, honey? I love you very much and I hope everything is going good at school with you. Things have been a little crazy here (smear) I`m trying to relax now.
Are you and your friends, Harry and Ron, having fun together? And did Harry ever tell that girl that he liked her? I think her name was Genny, or something.
I want to know everything that has been happening at school, so why don`t you send me a nice long letter so I can feel (smeeeear) me.
Anyway . . .
---
Her mother went on to ask questions about how she was feeling and what she had been doing, and she couldn`t figure out why there were tear marks, because it made no sense.
Her mother must have been nervous when she was writing the letter because she seemed to cross out a lot of words and didn`t appear to all be written with the care that her mother normally wrote with. It looked like the letter had been a last minute writing job.
Did that mean that her mother had forgotten to write the letter like she normally did so she wrote a fast letter instead? Perhaps she should read more of the letter before she started making judgments on her mother, so she looked back at the letter that was clutched in her hand. She didn`t know why, but her heart was beating quickly and fear was surging through her.
She scanned further down and saw more, this time there were more splotch marks, so Hermione decided to read there.
---
Hermione. . .
Baby Girl . . .
Your father was put in the hospital two days ago, they said it was just a precaution, and then they sent him home the next day. (smear) fine, then he began relapsing. He couldn`t breathe, he could barely talk. He told me to tell you he loved you. Then the ambula(smear) came and took him to the hospital, (smear) took him to the emergency room and fixed him up as well as they could, and he started getting better.
I was talking to him, he was (smear) and the doctors said he was going to be fine, but he told (smear) that he was going to be leaving soon, and I said yes, he (smear) going to be leaving the hospital soon, and we would all be a family again.
He (smear) about you, honey, he wanted to know if you had written to him, and I said yes. I showed him the letters that I had just (smear), and he said that you were his ray of sunshine (smear) the dark, and his most beautiful daughter, but that the dark was winning.
The doctors said he would be fine, and they disconnected some of the wires and tubes, and within five minutes (smeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeear).
---
Hermione continued reading the words now, without actually understanding the words. Nothing was making sense, and her mind was buzzing. Why had her mother been crying? More than once she had written ``the doctors said he would be okay``. So it made no sense for her to cry. Why was she crying? Maybe it was with happiness?
The cancer was gone. That had to be it! Hermione thought, and she smiled broadly.
Hermione`s spirits soared. Her dad wasn`t dying, and she was going to have him around for the rest of her life. She wouldn`t have to worry about funerals or anything else, because this would be how it was supposed to be.
Hermione couldn`t have been happier, but a voice in her mind told her that there was still a lot of the letter in her hands and that she had better read what else was written on the papers before she made any assumptions.
Scanning further down the page, Hermione continued to read. There was a lot of paper still left. There were two pages after the third one she was on.
---
I guess what I am (smear) to say, is (smear) to understand.
I didn`t want to tell you, but he asked me to.
Hermione . . .
Baby . . .
(smear)
(smear)
(smear)
You father is dead.
---
Hermione dropped the letter and the papers fluttered noiselessly to the ground. Hermione was suddenly on the ground as well, although she was with no memory of falling. She beat at the ground, she beat at it as though it were the ground`s fault that her father was dead. She hit the ground as hard as she possibly could, and then she hit it harder.
He couldn`t be dead. It was impossible! It HAD to be. It had to, had to, had to, had to, had to, had to, had to, had to, had to, had to, had to. She repeated with every pummel she gave the ground.
She hit the ground until her fists were bruised and scratched and she didn`t stop. She couldn`t stop. She hit the ground harder and harder, causing her fists to begin to bleed, but she couldn`t feel it. She could see the blood trickling down her wrist, but she couldn`t feel the pain that should have accompanied it.
She hit her fists more, she hit the ground so hard that she heard a deafening crack, and she didn`t stop. She beat her hands on the ground a few more times before giving up her attempts.
Hermione stood up and glanced around for something. She didn`t feel anything inside. She felt nothing at all, as though her soul had been ripped out, and she needed something to change that for her, but she wasn`t sure what.
Her hand was broken, and she couldn`t feel it in any way, shape, or form. It was as though her nerves were broken. She couldn`t feel at all, and it wasn`t right. She SHOULD feel something, her father was dead.
Her father. . .
She needed to feel something, anything, anything at all. Pain. Horrible, strong, awe-inspiring pain. She needed to feel the pain, she needed it to come right now. Agony. Defeat. Anguish. Misery. Something. Anything.
She didn`t feel like a person. How could she? She wasn`t feeling anything, like she was a rock. She felt like a meaningless shell that was sitting on the earth for no reason at all. It was like she didn`t matter, she was a decoration and a waste of space and resources.
Pain. Her mind reminded her. She needed pain.
Hermione screamed and ran headlong into the wall, and she felt her body bounce back, but she couldn`t feel the pain she should have. She needed more, the pain needed to be more intense, stronger.
Her father . . .
Hermione screamed and screamed, but it seemed that nobody could hear her. Apparently the Advanced Transfiguration dormitories were soundproofed, no doubt because of the nature of being Anamagaii.
Pain. She needed more pain. She couldn`t feel anything yet.
Hermione ran down the hall and ran right to the steps and she let herself tumble down the flight of stairs. She could tell that her body was bouncing and tumbling, but she still couldn`t feel anything.
She was numb.
~+~
Panic surged through her. Where was she? Why was she in the forbidden forest? She didn`t remember deciding to GO into the forbidden forest, so why was she here. She closed her eyes.
All she wanted was Crookshanks. She needed to stroke him and feel him purring. She needed confirmation that she was truly alive. He was her pet and her best friend. She really relied on him to make her feel better, and she knew that she could always count on him no matter what.
Hermione started forging her way out of the forest. She needed to be safe, lying in a bed, hiding from the truth. It wasn`t real. It couldn`t be real.
Her father was . . .
She began running. She didn`t know why, it was like running would save her. If she ran nothing in the would could catch up with her. It was like running could take care of the huge void that was filling her heart, eating up her soul, tearing her up from the inside out.
She hadn`t been there to say goodbye. The last time she had seen him was before she had left for school months ago. He didn`t know what she looked like when he had died. The pictures he must have had were old. The wouldn`t look anything like her.
She felt a rush of anger toward the pictures. How dare they decide to not look like her? Why had they let her father die not knowing what his daughter truly looked like? Why couldn`t they have changed to really look like she did, just for her father to look at her one last time?
She couldn`t stand the words that were in her head. `dead`, `father`, `gone`, `forever`, all horrible words that Hermione didn`t want to think about. Her father had always been that strong guy that she looked up to, he had always seemed like a permanent figure in her life, but he was gone.
Hermione bit her cheek as she could feel the pain now surging toward her, filling her lungs and choking her. She couldn`t stand it. It wasn`t fair.
``WHAT HAVE I DONE?`` She screamed as she let herself fall to the ground. She lay on her back now, screaming at some unseen person.
``WHAT THE HELL DID I DO TO YOU? WHY DO I DESERVE THIS? WHY?`` Hermione screamed still, and she didn`t know who she was screaming to, she just needed to scream.
``Why?`` she sobbed as she collapsed on herself and became a heap of robes and person.
She didn`t know what to feel. She was angry and scared and sad and confused all at once, and she couldn`t take it. She couldn`t stand to be here, she couldn`t stand to feel anything now that she could.
Her hand was throbbing, her head hurt like crud, her arms were bruised and bleeding, her feet were pounding, her elbows were blistered, her face was scratched, but her heart was empty.
Hermione sobbed and cried and there was no way that she could have stopped if she had wanted to.
``Why?`` she sobbed again, this time much quieter.
Hermione Granger felt empty and alone.
~+~
A/N: Now do you understand why the last chapter was a liiiiiiittle boring? Please review, and I will try to update ASAP.
Where is everyone? People are leaving!!!
--Saquoia--
plumsy321 : I postied again, and thanks for liking it. I love to get reviews too, so I would loooove you to continue reading.
Kumiko *Kaylin* Eharu : Of course it`s not over, there`s more. Here`s the next bit anyway. . .
Freakyfairy - Don`t be jealous!
xxxbabyxxxomegaxxx~datsme~xxx - Thank you for your opinion.
Hey everyone, I have many people that have reviewed, but many people are leaving too!
Chapter 16
Hermione was in a very testy mood and she snapped at anyone that spoke to her now, because she was so angry with the fact that Malfoy was back, he treated her like dirt, and he seemed to know the exact words to use to make her emotions well up inside of her in a way that she wasn`t aware the could. She couldn`t believe how angry he made her all the time.
Slytherins were celebrating what they thought was the return of his memory, and Professor Snape had taken the liberty of giving Slytherin 200 points for Malfoy`s recovery, while he had docked Gryffindors for any reason that he could possibly find, right down to the 20 points he took from Neville for spelling his name with two ``l``s instead of one.
As Hermione had kept a running total, Gryffindor was in negative points right now, even with every other teacher trying to bring it back up, it seemed that Professor Snape was hard at work.
Hermione thought that Professor Snape (Or Professor Sniveling Git) was gloating about it too much, and he had even smiled when Malfoy walked into the classroom with his memory back, and told him that his grades would be brought back to 100%. Hermione had been livid. She had done his homework for absolutely nothing in the world, and nobody cared.
Hermione`s thoughts, therefore, weren`t that cheerful.
So, Malfoy was back. So what? None of my problems will be gone, so why should I care? I don`t even feel guilty about throwing that book in the fire, in fact, I wish that he hadn`t come back, because now he`s going to make my life a living hell until I die and really go there.
Hermione`s mood, as you can see, hadn`t brightened up since Malfoy had ``come back`` from wherever he had been. He was more nasty than he had been before, and he didn`t pass her once without cursing her or calling her names, and to tell you the truth, Hermione was sick of it.
Hate welled up inside of her chest whenever she thought about him, whenever she saw him she thought that she would explode with anger, so it isn`t necessary to point out that any assignments that required them to work together in their classes were equivalent to atomic explosions.
It seemed that one would go to great lengths to be the meanest, and then other would want to be meaner still, until someone had to go to the hospital wing because of curses. Twice Malfoy had been sent with curses that she had invented and there was no counter curse for.
In turn, however, it had also been Hermione that was sent to the hospital wing, and she could tell that Madam Pomfrey was getting sick of the whole thing, because her face turned red and she sputtered whenever Hermione or Draco were sent to the hospital wing, accompanied by an innocent student that was drilled and screamed at, because she couldn`t yell at the injured student.
Sighing as she thought of her troubles, Hermione began walking toward the Advanced Transfiguration room. She needed to lay down in the bed that was hers and pretend like she could be nothing, if only for a few hours. She needed to be alone right now.
She swore at the giggly portrait and it let her through without the password and Hermione stormed up to the dormitory. She had half-expected to see Malfoy there, sneering at her and glaring when she entered, just to make her life more miserable than it already was, but found the dormitory delightfully empty, which meant that she would be left in peace.
She had a bad feeling, like something bad was going to happen deep in the pit of her stomach, but she ignored it, because she didn`t understand why she felt that way. Something was telling her that things would be worse, but she didn`t know why, so she decided to stay oblivious.
She flopped down on the bed and thought of nothing in particular while she stared at the curtains that surrounded the bed. She pulled them shut around her so that if someone would walk into the room, they might not see Hermione in there, and she would be left alone. She knew that it was a childish thing to do, but she felt like she needed to. She needed to be alone.
She went back to thinking of nothing at all, and her thoughts were slowly drifting away from nothing. Her thoughts had just begun to drift to Malfoy and he position with him right now when . . .
Her thoughts instantly flew to her father, even though what she had been thinking about what totally not about her father or anything relating to her father. Why had her thoughts instantly flew to him? Hermione wondered.
How was he? She hadn`t had news from home for a while, and she didn`t know what this meant. It could have been good or bad, and she was hoping it was good. Maybe there was just nothing that they needed to tell her because he was perfectly fine.
She had sent a letter a few days ago and was hoping for a reply soon, so it came as no surprise to her when a tawny-brown owl flew into the window, in fact, she had been expecting it very much, but she still tried to anticipate what the letter would say when she opened it.
The owl soared through the window and dropped its letter into her outstretched hands. Hermione stared at the letter for a moment, wondering who on earth would send her a letter, because her brain wasn`t processing things quickly, then realizing how stupid that was, considering she had just been thinking about the letter she had sent to her parents, began pondering whether she should open the letter.
Did she want to know what it said? It could be bad news, but a part of her told her that it was bound to be good news. She wondered why the letter had come days after she had sent her letter though, but when she ripped open the envelope, her questions were answered instantly, and she felt confused at first.
She looked over the loose papers quite a few times, as though hoping to see something that she hadn`t seen before, but seeing the same thing every time.
It was written in her mother`s handwriting, and there were blotchy parts, and Hermione began to read, and as she did, she knew why there were smears and smudges. Her mother had been crying, but at first, she couldn`t see why, because the letter seemed cheerful to Hermione.
---
Hermione,
How are you, honey? I love you very much and I hope everything is going good at school with you. Things have been a little crazy here (smear) I`m trying to relax now.
Are you and your friends, Harry and Ron, having fun together? And did Harry ever tell that girl that he liked her? I think her name was Genny, or something.
I want to know everything that has been happening at school, so why don`t you send me a nice long letter so I can feel (smeeeear) me.
Anyway . . .
---
Her mother went on to ask questions about how she was feeling and what she had been doing, and she couldn`t figure out why there were tear marks, because it made no sense.
Her mother must have been nervous when she was writing the letter because she seemed to cross out a lot of words and didn`t appear to all be written with the care that her mother normally wrote with. It looked like the letter had been a last minute writing job.
Did that mean that her mother had forgotten to write the letter like she normally did so she wrote a fast letter instead? Perhaps she should read more of the letter before she started making judgments on her mother, so she looked back at the letter that was clutched in her hand. She didn`t know why, but her heart was beating quickly and fear was surging through her.
She scanned further down and saw more, this time there were more splotch marks, so Hermione decided to read there.
---
Hermione. . .
Baby Girl . . .
Your father was put in the hospital two days ago, they said it was just a precaution, and then they sent him home the next day. (smear) fine, then he began relapsing. He couldn`t breathe, he could barely talk. He told me to tell you he loved you. Then the ambula(smear) came and took him to the hospital, (smear) took him to the emergency room and fixed him up as well as they could, and he started getting better.
I was talking to him, he was (smear) and the doctors said he was going to be fine, but he told (smear) that he was going to be leaving soon, and I said yes, he (smear) going to be leaving the hospital soon, and we would all be a family again.
He (smear) about you, honey, he wanted to know if you had written to him, and I said yes. I showed him the letters that I had just (smear), and he said that you were his ray of sunshine (smear) the dark, and his most beautiful daughter, but that the dark was winning.
The doctors said he would be fine, and they disconnected some of the wires and tubes, and within five minutes (smeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeear).
---
Hermione continued reading the words now, without actually understanding the words. Nothing was making sense, and her mind was buzzing. Why had her mother been crying? More than once she had written ``the doctors said he would be okay``. So it made no sense for her to cry. Why was she crying? Maybe it was with happiness?
The cancer was gone. That had to be it! Hermione thought, and she smiled broadly.
Hermione`s spirits soared. Her dad wasn`t dying, and she was going to have him around for the rest of her life. She wouldn`t have to worry about funerals or anything else, because this would be how it was supposed to be.
Hermione couldn`t have been happier, but a voice in her mind told her that there was still a lot of the letter in her hands and that she had better read what else was written on the papers before she made any assumptions.
Scanning further down the page, Hermione continued to read. There was a lot of paper still left. There were two pages after the third one she was on.
---
I guess what I am (smear) to say, is (smear) to understand.
I didn`t want to tell you, but he asked me to.
Hermione . . .
Baby . . .
(smear)
(smear)
(smear)
You father is dead.
---
Hermione dropped the letter and the papers fluttered noiselessly to the ground. Hermione was suddenly on the ground as well, although she was with no memory of falling. She beat at the ground, she beat at it as though it were the ground`s fault that her father was dead. She hit the ground as hard as she possibly could, and then she hit it harder.
He couldn`t be dead. It was impossible! It HAD to be. It had to, had to, had to, had to, had to, had to, had to, had to, had to, had to, had to. She repeated with every pummel she gave the ground.
She hit the ground until her fists were bruised and scratched and she didn`t stop. She couldn`t stop. She hit the ground harder and harder, causing her fists to begin to bleed, but she couldn`t feel it. She could see the blood trickling down her wrist, but she couldn`t feel the pain that should have accompanied it.
She hit her fists more, she hit the ground so hard that she heard a deafening crack, and she didn`t stop. She beat her hands on the ground a few more times before giving up her attempts.
Hermione stood up and glanced around for something. She didn`t feel anything inside. She felt nothing at all, as though her soul had been ripped out, and she needed something to change that for her, but she wasn`t sure what.
Her hand was broken, and she couldn`t feel it in any way, shape, or form. It was as though her nerves were broken. She couldn`t feel at all, and it wasn`t right. She SHOULD feel something, her father was dead.
Her father. . .
She needed to feel something, anything, anything at all. Pain. Horrible, strong, awe-inspiring pain. She needed to feel the pain, she needed it to come right now. Agony. Defeat. Anguish. Misery. Something. Anything.
She didn`t feel like a person. How could she? She wasn`t feeling anything, like she was a rock. She felt like a meaningless shell that was sitting on the earth for no reason at all. It was like she didn`t matter, she was a decoration and a waste of space and resources.
Pain. Her mind reminded her. She needed pain.
Hermione screamed and ran headlong into the wall, and she felt her body bounce back, but she couldn`t feel the pain she should have. She needed more, the pain needed to be more intense, stronger.
Her father . . .
Hermione screamed and screamed, but it seemed that nobody could hear her. Apparently the Advanced Transfiguration dormitories were soundproofed, no doubt because of the nature of being Anamagaii.
Pain. She needed more pain. She couldn`t feel anything yet.
Hermione ran down the hall and ran right to the steps and she let herself tumble down the flight of stairs. She could tell that her body was bouncing and tumbling, but she still couldn`t feel anything.
She was numb.
~+~
Panic surged through her. Where was she? Why was she in the forbidden forest? She didn`t remember deciding to GO into the forbidden forest, so why was she here. She closed her eyes.
All she wanted was Crookshanks. She needed to stroke him and feel him purring. She needed confirmation that she was truly alive. He was her pet and her best friend. She really relied on him to make her feel better, and she knew that she could always count on him no matter what.
Hermione started forging her way out of the forest. She needed to be safe, lying in a bed, hiding from the truth. It wasn`t real. It couldn`t be real.
Her father was . . .
She began running. She didn`t know why, it was like running would save her. If she ran nothing in the would could catch up with her. It was like running could take care of the huge void that was filling her heart, eating up her soul, tearing her up from the inside out.
She hadn`t been there to say goodbye. The last time she had seen him was before she had left for school months ago. He didn`t know what she looked like when he had died. The pictures he must have had were old. The wouldn`t look anything like her.
She felt a rush of anger toward the pictures. How dare they decide to not look like her? Why had they let her father die not knowing what his daughter truly looked like? Why couldn`t they have changed to really look like she did, just for her father to look at her one last time?
She couldn`t stand the words that were in her head. `dead`, `father`, `gone`, `forever`, all horrible words that Hermione didn`t want to think about. Her father had always been that strong guy that she looked up to, he had always seemed like a permanent figure in her life, but he was gone.
Hermione bit her cheek as she could feel the pain now surging toward her, filling her lungs and choking her. She couldn`t stand it. It wasn`t fair.
``WHAT HAVE I DONE?`` She screamed as she let herself fall to the ground. She lay on her back now, screaming at some unseen person.
``WHAT THE HELL DID I DO TO YOU? WHY DO I DESERVE THIS? WHY?`` Hermione screamed still, and she didn`t know who she was screaming to, she just needed to scream.
``Why?`` she sobbed as she collapsed on herself and became a heap of robes and person.
She didn`t know what to feel. She was angry and scared and sad and confused all at once, and she couldn`t take it. She couldn`t stand to be here, she couldn`t stand to feel anything now that she could.
Her hand was throbbing, her head hurt like crud, her arms were bruised and bleeding, her feet were pounding, her elbows were blistered, her face was scratched, but her heart was empty.
Hermione sobbed and cried and there was no way that she could have stopped if she had wanted to.
``Why?`` she sobbed again, this time much quieter.
Hermione Granger felt empty and alone.
~+~
A/N: Now do you understand why the last chapter was a liiiiiiittle boring? Please review, and I will try to update ASAP.
Where is everyone? People are leaving!!!
--Saquoia--