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"Remus, I am sorry," I said as I began to cry. He would never know me again. "Hermione?" He whispered, not realizing it loud enough for me to hear. Then he was looking into my eyes. 'That Hermione disappeared along time ago and is never coming back.' I thought as I remembered the old Hermione. All her dreams were shattered. Finishing school, came to end when she was sent away. Being in love, I don't think I need to tell you. And many others were shattered. "How do you know my name? You seem so familiar." He had begun to shake me, so as to make me answer. It hurt so much to be with him and not even be able to be in his arms. I just cried. "You do not need to know. I am a bag flying in the wind with thorns all around." I muttered to him, I could not take it. This was worse than anything else in the world. "I cared about you and you pushed me away, without a second thought." He was torturing me. His chocolate brown eyes staring down at me, full of hate. He looked so handsome. I was not fair, I loved him and he didn't care. Rather torture me.
"Hermione?" I cried even harder, hearing my old name. I had to get away. The chains tied around my arms and my legs began to tighten as I struggled. The one on my neck was choking me. If I had to stare at his eyes any longer, I would die from heartbreak, better to die being choked. I could hardly breath, but I did not stop. I felt an arm around me, trying to stop me, but why? Why stop and live my life? Why live life with out love? I hated it, everything. I even hated him. Remus had thought it was his Hermione, as I began to choke. But it wasn't his Hermione. I fought as hard as I could, to get out of his grip. But it was to late. I was out of air. Right as I begun to stop, he slowly dissolved away from me, as my world went black.