A Pale Blue Flower

Chapter 2

The rain poured down on her beating skin as she ran through the solitude of the graveyard. There were seven maybe eight following her, gaining on her. She was surrounded she had nowhere to go. She hid behind a broken tombstone. It was covered in dirt and moss no flowers lay in front of it. It was alone nothing surrounded it. She wiped her hand across the tombstone, the dirt crumbled away to the floor. She jolted back as she seen the worn down name. It said HERMIONE JAYNE GRANGER. A tear trickled down her cheek. "Why are you crying?" a little voice spoke to her. She turned her head to see who had spoken. At the end of the grave stood a little girl with a pale blue flower in her hair and a nightdress on. "It's not that bad being dead"

Hermione woke in a cold sweat. She brushed back her hair from her face and reached for the glass of water on the bedside table. The room shook and the glass shattered to the floor. A scream echoed through out the street. Panic spread across Hermione's face as she sped to the window. The street was deserted except for a streetlight that flickered through the darkness. As curiosity became the better of her she tip toed down stairs to the front door. She placed her hand on the brass doorknob as another scream deafened her ears. She pulled open the door and stepped outside into the darkness. She looked around the street with fright in her eyes, Thinking how she wished she had picked up her wand. She wrapped her arms closely around her body as the cold night air ran up her spine; she was still only wearing her pyjamas. She slowly walked to the end of the footpath and looked down both sides of the road. At first nothing caught her immediate attention. Out of the corner of her she saw something she didn't know exactly what it was. She squinted her eyes urging them to see through shadows of the night there was a figure standing alone in the darkness it was a small figure. She stepped closer to the fragile looking figure that stood now meters away from her.

"Help Me," the voice of a little girl echoed through her ears. "Please I'm lost, I can't find my mummy," the little girl stretched her hand forward brushing past Hermione's fingers "please help me."

Hermione edged backwards as she noticed a pale blue flower in the girl's hair.

"Y…you're the girl from my dream," she stepped further back as the little girl came closer towards her.

"Their after me," the girl said in a faint whisper. She reached up and threaded her finger through her dirty blonde hair. She pulled out the pale blue flower and placed it in Hermione's hand. "They want this, take it, get rid of it, and burn it." The girl started to back away from Hermione. "I trust you with it," the girl whispered.

Hermione looked down at her hand that was now occupied with the small flower. Why would someone want a flower for anyway she thought to herself? She looked closer at the flower, which lay, in her hand. The frail petals were crumbling at the edges. She gently picked one of the petals from the flower. It withered in her hand, it went black, it died.

"What…" Hermione looked up and the girl was gone. She looked up and down the street but there was nothing, no sign of the little girl who was in front of her only seconds ago.

Her eyes started to get heavy. She looked at her watch it was gone midnight. She had to be up early the next day she promised Ginny she would go to Diagon alley with to pick out some new dress robes.

"I'm never going to be up in time," she said to herself. She looked down at the pale blue flower that lay on her hand. "What harm could you possibly do she muttered to fragile blossom. She slid the flower through some stray strands of hair and rested it upon her ear.

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