{A/N: Many o' thanks to Irish Green ( thankyou very much!), Pineapplecube( Thanx, spell check sucks! WOOT!) and to Heven ( I'll try!! :D) I'm tired, it's checks watch 1:16 and 22 secondsinthe morning. this chapter isn't that good, but i really wanted to right something . CAUTION: SUCKY SONG FIC IS IN THIS CHAPTER!!!!! the song is" Falling Down" by Story Of The Year. ( i just bought their CD today!!}
{P.s this might be the last chapter for a month, since I am leaving in 2 days to travel all over Europe for 21 days with a group called People2People. sry! ( hey, if you live in Europe, maybe I'll see ya!)}
Awaking the Slumbering Serpant: Chapter 2
Hermione awoke to the loud metalic click niose of a car door shutting and the floor jerking ( she would later know that it was the limo accelerating). It took her awhile to reconize her suroundings, and for the pain to set in. Her head was throbbing from the crying, her thumb was a nasty dark purple fromn the rubber band, and to top it off, she couldn't turn her head to the right because she slept on it funny.
Groaning in both annoyance and pain, she unwrapped her thumb to look at the damage, trying not to retch. It was a clean wound, not that deep. A scab was starting to form over it. She decided that she could safely take off the rubber band, not to mention she hated the feeling of her thumb tingling. It's color turned from a mauve to a red with in seconds and a tiny trickle of blood seeped through the scab. Quickliy, she wraped it back up and moved to get some ice from the mini cooler. She sat on something odd, and found out it was a shard of glass. Luckily, her bum was safe. Turning around, she saw what was left of her failed attempt to escape. Strangley, all the glass, except the one she slept on, were in a small waste basket, and the scoop was on the seat to her left, the sun reflecting off its shiny surface. Sun? Wait, it was daytime! God, how long had she been in the bloody limo anyway?
Her thoughts were cut off by an extreamly painful throb from her wounded didget. Great. The feeling was coming back into it. She had read somewhere that meditating was a good way to seal your cuts and scrapes, of course, only magicalfolk could do it, but you would have to be immensly focused on it. She had never tried it, but now was as good of a time as ever. She layed down on one of the long seats and imagined an ice sculpture form out of a puddle of water, a dead tree bloom flowers, things healing, rebuilding them selves, and her thumb felt as if some one put a branding iron on it! She screamed in surprise. Again, she was jurked backward because of Oz.
Oh yeah, he can hear be from back here. she thought as she craddled her hand. Oz was a bit odd for a death eater. For one, he was jumpy, weren't they suposed to be like Mad-eye Moody, and never be surprised? Second, why didn't he attack Harry? Well, he didn't know it was him, Harry had his back facing Oz the majority of the time, and when he finally knew it was him, he might have been afraid, 2 against 1 and all that. Maybe Voldemort had told all his little followers that he was the only one allowed to do Harry in. Third, Oz was strangley nice to Hermione. A nice Death Eater? What was up with the guy?
After about 20 minutes, Hermines lower abdomine started to hurt, she really needed to get to a bathroom. QUICK. How was she going to pull this off?!
Frusterated she popped two peperments into her mouth. She decided she should give talking to him a try. She slid over to the wall/window and knocked on it softly, so as to not startle him and go flying backwards.
"Wot?" His vioce seemed to go right through the wall, as if it wasn't there. It occured to Hermione that he must have had heard every syllable she had screached at him the other night. It made her feel a little bit better.
"I really need to go to the bathroom." She heard him mutter a spell and the wall rolled down. She stared at him in the rearview mirror. Should she hit him?
"Ya can try t' attack me, ya can't ge' through t' me." He smirked, " So, wus' th' problem?"
"I-need-to-pee." she said as if explaning it to a todler, "What, you didn't hear me the first time?" Her nerves were on end.
"What, do ya 'spect me t' trust ya? Jus' let ya go t' run away?" He countered.
"Fine. I'll just sit back here and piss myself!" she shouted in frustration. Instantly, she regreted it.To her surprise, he started laughing. For somereason, it really pissed her off.
"God, you are anoying!" She muttered. Another slip up. Oh God, he was going to curse her. She was so stupid! Was he going to kill her right off? It only made him laugh harder.
"If that isn't the pot calling the kettle black, I don't know what is!"
" I need a bathroom." She almost whispered. Hermione had to admit she was scared of Oz, he was after all a death eater. He might be playing with her. She shivered imagining all of the things he and his buddies were going to do to her. Again, she wonderd if he was going to kill her right off, or if he and the other death eaters would toy with her, using the other two Unforgivables and other dark magic. God, were they going to rape her? She suddenly was aware that she was silently crying. She would never see her family again. Or her friends or-
"Hold on," He pulled over to the side of the deserted dirt road, turned around, and pionted his wand at her. Her eyes grew wide and did the only thing she could do, shuther eyes, and brace herself.
She didn't hear the spell, but when he turned around, she found that she didn't need to go to the rest room anymore. He had helped her.
" Why?" She blurted out.
" Cudn' ave' ya make a mess in me limo." Oz replied, eyes on the road.
" No, not that. Why are you being nice?" Should she have used the word 'nice'? Was he going to take offence, was he going to act like a regular death eater now? Had she just made a huge mista-
" Me orders are t' no' lay a 'and on ya." His eyes never left the road, and it seemed to make Hermione nervous. Suddenly, the wall rolled up. A sense of relief and horror (a very nasy feeling if combined) rushed to her stomache. What was going to happen to her? There was little to absolutly NO change of her surviving. It felt like her brain shut down, She felt absolutly nothing, the gaping hole in her stomache was forgotton. she was breaking down. It happened a couple of times to her over the years, like in the third year, with all of her classes, or in the first year, when Ron made that awful comment about her, and other various times. IT was like her body was suddenly switched on to auto-pilet.
Hermione layed down on one of the long seats and looked up and the changing lights. She was in the middle of making a list of all the gruesom things that were probably in her future such as Voldemort using her as bait to lure Harry to God-knows-where, being Crucio-edshe was in a stupor like the Longbottoms, or ( if she were not in her mental breakdown mode, this would have made her heart stop) using Verasitum to force her to reveal every thing about Harry's weaknesses and The Order of the Pheonix, when she randomly noticed a small cut in the electrical tubing she must have made the other night.She stared at it or a second or two, when all of a sudden, she broke out of her trance. She had cut it! It was not protected like all of the other breakable things in the limo. How could she use this to her advantage?
Fire.
She could start a fire to distract O- the dirver. He shouldn't hve a name, he wasn't human. He followed a monster. He was a monster. The proof was on his fore arm. The fire would distract the driver. Hermione dug in the waste basket to find a large piece of glass and rapped another torn piece of her shirt around the part she would hold. She couldn't use the metal scoop because of the risk of herself being electrocuted. She was lucky last night. she had not stuck it hard enough to breakthrough the cleartubing to the wires. She tried to make a cut, but found the tubing to be pretty thick, not imossable to cut, but it would take a while. She also noticed that it had made a tiny squeak niose when she had tried, and she needed to cut harder, that meant louder squeaks.
" Ugh! I can't take much more of this stupid silence!" she said loud enough so O- THE DRIVER could hear it. Hermione turned on the radio loudly, but not as loud as the other night, but good enough to cover the squeaks. It was the same rock station as the other night. She listend to the ending chords of a song, then set to work as a new song came on.
Now i can taste the war that I've been fighting.
The first sentence caught her attention. She now was litteraly caught in the war that she and her friends had been fighting since thier first year at Hogwarts.
Start to fall but I'm still standing here behind the wall of dying faith.
I can't forget the fight that's growing stronger.
She wanted to run away from it all, but couldn't. She had to be strong. But,it was getting tougher and tougher, for many people had fled to join 'The Cause', as many people called it nowadays, and become monsters. Why people would do it was beond her understanging. Why people would join a cause to become more powerful, only to show how weak they really are, just did'nt make sense to her.
Face to face with hopes of longer days to build on something we should save.
The Order knew it would take a long time to build up the force to finally crush the Dark side. They just wished they had more time. It was getting to Harry. She had gone up to his prefect room ( as Dumbledore had finally decided to allow him to become one) many a times to comfort him, sometimes he cried , while she stroked his head in her lap.
I stand alone.
I'm on my own.
My hands will bleed.
She could relate. It sometimes seemed ( such as the situation she was in at the moment) that she was alone. Sometimes she felt that way at an Order meeting, even though she was surounded by people on her side. She was confused. Hermione had decided that she would join Ron and Harry and become an Auror once they graduated next year. They were going into combat. They would be the ones who would bleed and becovered in the blood of their enemies.
I'm holding on to what is gone
What's left for me?
She clung to the memories of the safe days, or atleast, the days where she was totally ingnorant about the danger she and the people around her were in. The days before Hogworts. If she could relive her life, she would still choose to go to Hogworts,of course, but the days of saftey, or thinking she were safe were once she wished she could have forever, but they crumbled before her eyes long ago.
I'm falling down.
But I should find my strenth in this: a light that burns to reconnect my heartfor what it's ment to give.
At times like this, she felt like she was spiriling down into a pit of darkness, like she should give up. But, then,some how, she would find the little flame in her sould that would push her to try to succede. To do what she needed to, to do what was right. It was what she was made for. To help others.
I stand alone.
I'm on my own.
My hands will bleed.
I'm holding on to what is gone
What's left for me?
Walk.Fall. Stand againso i can...
Walk.Fall. Stand againso i can...
Walk.Fall. Stand againso i can...
Fall.
But It felt like she was going around and around in circles. Like she was getting absolutly nowhere. She knew she was doing the right thing, but something was missing, some unknown part, that would make her life whole again was not with in her grasp. even worse was the fact that she had no idea, whatsoever, what the piece was.
I stand alone.
I'm on my own.
My hands will bleed.
I'm holding on to what is gone
What's left of me?
H2O ,GO!
The last line of the song (which made no sence) snapped her out of her thoughts, that were a little deeper than she would have liked them to be, and made her reolize that she had been so rapped up in the song and hadn't began to cut.
Hermione carefully sliced the tubing, inwardly cringing with ever sound it made, to the last thrums of the guitars and the beginings of a new song. After about 3 minutes of work she had finally cut through the tubing and mutiple wires, causing the radio to suddenly quit.
"I hate that song," she quickly muttered to trick the driver that she had purpously turned the radio off.Next, she swiftly cut a couple of the plastic rings that held up the lights so she could handle them better. She knew she only had a small amout of time to get a fire started before the driver noticed anything, like the fact that the didgital clock in the front had stoped displaying the time.
Hermione got some ice out of the cooler and it melt onto the carpeted floor to get it sopping wet. then she took the ends of both wires and pushed them onto the water.