Lurking Out Of Sight
Chapter 2
Hermione heard Harry yell her name as she fell to the floor. For hours, years, minutes, centuries she was lost in a void. She didn't know how long honestly that she was gone but suddenly a faint green light began to waiver, flickering in and out before her eyes. She had thought she was dead, but it hurt too much. This pain, it was so unbearable. Her chest; it burned. But it felt raw and cold, like someone had taken a piece of death and ripped her body in half with it, a feeling that was slowly and agonizingly prolonged.
She felt the stone cold of the floor against her back but not on her head. Her head was laying almost in a perfect fit on something warm and soft. It felt nice.
My chest hurts so much.
Hermione tried to cry out, to move, to do anything but her whole body was paralyzed. Her mind was sent spiraling into a sea of chaos and all she would see was bright white and green dots clouding her eyes and making her go numb with panic. Outside she was nearly hyperventilating. Her chest shook with ragged breaths but Hermione was too far away to notice. All she could think about was the immediate panic that followed her paralysis.
"Shhhh… Hermione, I'm here, please get better"
Hermione felt something soft on her forehead accompanying the soft voice. A warm touch; feather light but she focused on it and tried to pry herself from the terrible fear that enclosed her and slowly she began to come to.
Her vision came back and after she tried in vain to see the face hanging over hers in the dark light she became suddenly aware of the chill that was spreading through her limbs that had been ignored in her earlier panic.
She didn't know where she was or what was going on but she did know that she was shivering and the colder and colder she became she began to slip away. Through her muddied senses she noticed her head being moved onto the floor and nearly began to panic after a few minutes until she felt the warmth and slight itch from a heavy wool blanket and upon the too long absence of warmth under her head she was lifted and placed back into that warm place. She shuddered and then heard for the second time his voice.
"Hermione, don't. Shhhh…" his voice choked, "whatever you do…don't leave me."
She felt something wet fall on one of her lips and by its salty taste she presumed that it was a tear. Whoever this person was, they were crying.
Who...?