A little bit special: Chapter Thirty-eight:
Psycho cows
Hermione awoke a few hours later, her head felt as though a cow fell on it. Her vision was a bit blurry at first. She rubbed her eyes and sat up. The hospital wing was dark, Hermione was alone, as she rose from the bed she realized how cold it was. She could see her breath flow from her mouth. "Hello?" Hermione called out from beside her bed, she waited for an answer as she slide on her shoes. No reply was recieved, so she called out again. "Hello?" Hermione walked from the wing and down into the rest of the school. The halls were dead and cold, Hermione was beyond confused. She ran through the halls calling for people, no one ever showed, she hadn't a clue what to do. She was now down by the Great Hall, she was catching her breath at the bottom of the stairs when she saw a light coming from the Great Hall, it's warmth drew her closer to the door. The doors stood slightly open, Hermione walked cautiously over to the door. She pushed it the rest of the way open, Hermione walked in, she looked around and noticed that she wasn't in the Great Hall. She walked into the room, she looked over the empty chairs, she looked up and saw a crowd of people huddled at the head of the room. "What's going on?" Hermione asked, she wasn't surprised when no one turned around. She walked up to the crowd, she pushed past the people. They moved their bodies, but their eyes and heads stayed focused on the image that Hermione could not see. When she finally got to the head of the room, she saw a casket, with herself inside of it. She walked up to the side of it, she raidated from the box. She walked slowly up to the side of the casket, she looked down at herself. She brought her hand up into the casket, she began to touch the silky red material of her dress. Hermione moved her gaze up to her face, it was aged but still her. She moved her hand up to touch her soft porcelian face, she then moved to trace her red lips. She wasn't scared by seeing this, she didn't know why it felt soft of comforting to her. She was fasinated by the image of her own death. Someone to Hermione's left nudged her, the force broke her concintration, her hand fell out of the casket and dwon to her side. She turned her head to the left. The person who stood next to her was drapped in black cloth, their features hidden.
"Who are you?" She asked, they never repiled to her, all they did was point to the door. Hermione watched as they raised their long slender arm, Hermione followed the gloved finger towards the door.
"Go," they said. Hermione could now tell that it was a man. Hermione brushed past him, and walked towards the door. When she reached the door she turned back and looked at him.
"Where am I going?" She asked. He brought his arm back and pointed.
"Go," He said again.
"Does happiness lie beyond this door?" Hermione asked bringing her hand up to the knob.
"I don't know, for I linger here." Said the man, Hermione snorted and opened the door. Hermione was blinded by a white light, she covered her eyes and stepped in. The door slammed shut behind her. Before she knew it she was standing in a garden.
"I'm going to get you." Draco said chasing after a little girl. Hermione wore a smile as she watched Draco play with the child. She giggled as she ran away from him, her brown curly hair bounced as she ran. Hermione fell in love with the child as she watched her play, Hermione walked down into the garden, she adored watcing them play.
"Julia, Draco, come into the house now." Hermione said stepping out from the house. Draco and Julia pouted as they walked into the house. Hermione laughed and walked in behind them.
A/N: Yeah if there are any of those fucking annoying mistakes in there ignore them. I really tried to read this chapter but I fucking hate it...