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Darkness, all she could see was darkness. But she didn't feel scared. She knew she wasn't alone. Even in the vastness of nothing, she could feel his warmth beside her. "Alright love." His voiced called out to her, distant but there. Then her body was on fire. A cruel laugh rang in her ears. "Mudblood, mudblood." That wicked witch's voice filled Hermione's mind. She could feel her body convulsing, losing the battle.
Yet there was a light. Breaking through the darkness like a torch in the night. She felt her body relax, feeling a pull to her right. There he was, she thought. My light. She let his light consume her, chasing away the dark.
Hermione stretched her body, feeling as her bones creaked. Finally feeling like she had rested. Slowly she sat up, coming to sit criss crossed. She reached her arms above her head. "Oh." She said aloud, placing her hands on her stomach. There was no pain. She looked to her arms and side. No bruises, no blood. She had been healed. A large smile broke across her face. Reaching behind her back, she ran her hand across the names that were now healed over. Not painful to the touch. She smiled bigger, her eyes tearing up as she looked to the bed beside her.
A tall ginger was sprawled across the bed. His hair a slept in mess. His clothes rumpled from their journey. She walked quietly over to him, stopping at his bedside. "Fred Weasley." She smiled. "Thank you." She brushed her fingers through his hair, soaking in the quiet moment. Gently she bent down to kiss his cheek, then with a smile, she left the room.
"Fredrick Weasley!" a familiar voice screamed at him, from some distance.
"Yeah, let her be with Fred. She feels comfortable around Fred. Really Harry, look what we're dealing with now." Another familiar voice and not one he particularly wanted to hear.
"Would you lot shut it." Ahh there's a voice he didn't mind. Slowly Fred opened his eyes to see his twin coming to sit on his bed. "Look he is alive." George laughed, slapping Fred on the stomach.
"Oh my Merlin." Next thing Fred knew, the youngest Weasley had her arms wrapped around him. "We were worried sick." She held on a little tighter.
"Ginny, can't really breath love." He pulled at her arms.
"Sorry." She blushed stepping back from him.
Fred sat up, running a hand through his hair. Looking around the room, he took in account those present. George, Ginny, Harry, Ron, Her. He stopped mid thought, catching sight of the empty bed beside him. Empty, the word filled his mind with wild thoughts.
"Whoah Forge." George caught himself from being flung from the bed Fred previously sat on.
"Hermione? Where is Hermione?" Fred questioned, looking around the room again. Panic written all over his face.
"That's what we would like to know. Neville said she was here with you." Ron scoffed. His was taking way too much pleasure in Fred's weak moment.
"When I went to sleep last night, she was lying right there." Fred said, pointing to the spot he last saw Hermione's sleeping body.
"Not there now." Ron replied sarcastically.
"Shut up Ron." George spat back.
"What? He lost her. The girl who has been tortured for months, who is angry, who can do wandless magic. She is gone. She could be anywhere." Ron retorted, taking a seat on an empty bed.
"That's enough Ron." Harry finally spoke. "Fred, what happened?" So Fred told them of how Hermione apparated them outside of Hogwarts, of her passing out, and of Madam Pomfrey healing her.
"Why Hogwarts?" George asked, looking to his brother.
"She wants her wand. I think if she has it, she will feel more comfortable about this other magic she has." Fred answered, looking to Harry. He knew he was going to need some back up for this.
"Really? You want to give her more power, in the state of mind she is in?" Ron questioned, shaking his head.
"Yes, she needs to feel safe." Fred looked around at the others. "She needs to feel some kind of normal."
"Fred's right." Harry agreed, without skipping a beat. "We need to find her and get her back to feeling like Hermione." The room's occupants shook their heads in agreement, even Ron.
"Alrighty then, everyone pick a different area of the castle Granger likes to go." George said. "Once you've searched your area, come back here and wait for the others." Then they were off.
The sun was just starting to light her path, as Hermione made her way around the corridors of Hogwarts. She listened as the students were just beginning to rise. Early birds ran past her, no doubt heading to catch breakfast before the others. Hermione smiled, remembering all her mornings here. Rushing to the great hall for meals. Hurrying to the library to study.
Slowly she climbed the moving staircase, making her way to the Gryffindor common room. As she made her journey, she begun to hear the whispers. The portraits were all talking. "Forever gossips." She said aloud. Shaking her head, she stopped in front of the portrait of the fat lady.
"What is the password?" she asked, before looking who the entering guest was. "Oh my, Hermione Granger."
"Hello. It's alright, I'm not coming in. Just wondering about is all." Hermione smiled at the familiarity, then headed back down the hall. As she made her way by the library, she noticed the halls becoming more alive. More students were around, dressed in their school robes, books under their arms. Everything so normal, yet not. Outside, I need to be outside, she thought. So she set off in search of the way they came last night. To take her to the place where it all started.
It didn't take her long to find her way. Just like old times, Hogwarts was her second home. The sun was up now. Students were a buzz, some whispering her name as she walked out where she last saw him. She stopped in the spot she stood just hours before. Looking across to where he stood before, she could see it all again. Slowly she made her across to where he stood.
Right here, she thought, turning to look back at where she stood before. This is where he was, welcoming death. She closed her eyes, imagining him being there. An electric current flowed through her arms and down her fingertips.
"That's some pretty impressive power you got there." A quiet voice said beside her.
Hermione opened her eyes and looked down at her hands. Small sparks of light were sprouting out the tips of her fingers. She clenched her fists together, causing the light to stop and looked up to the newcomer. A young woman, maybe 19 years old, stood a few feet away from her. Her hair a mess of dark brown curls with a few streaks of white. She was dressed in muggle clothes, black jeans and a long black sweater.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Hermione asked, not moving from her spot.
The woman looked her up and down. "No dear, I'm afraid we never had the pleasure." The woman walked closer, taking a seat opposite of Hermione. "So wandless magic eh." She said.
"Yeah, not exactly sure how it happened." Hermione sat down, rubbing her hands together. "It's really rather strange to be honest."
"Oh no dear, not strange. I think it's rather brilliant." The woman smiled genuinely at her.
"Brilliant?" Hermione questioned. "More like frightening. I am able to do things I." She stopped, afraid of what she would say next.
"Don't fear them, Hermione." The woman locked eyes with her. "This magic could be a gift, as long as you hold onto the light." Hermione's heartbeat quickened, wondering how this woman knew her.
"But I am afraid." She whispered, wrapping her arms around herself.
"We're all afraid dear. That is why we hold on tightly to what makes us a little braver, what drives us to fight just a little longer." The woman replied.
"I'm sorry miss, but who are you?" Hermione finally asked. She felt oddly comfortable with this woman. There was a familiarity to her that she couldn't figure out.
"All in due time. I need you to know something dear." The woman stood, looking around the corridor. "Soon everyone is going to figure out just who you are. Where you come from. I mean everyone."
"I don't." Hermione started, but the woman put up her hand to quiet the girl.
"They will all know and she will come back for you." Instantly Hermione knew who she was. Bellatrix, this woman knew something and it was big. "When she does, oh my dear, you must hold onto the light. Don't allow the darkness in." The woman walked closer to Hermione stopping just steps away from her. "Hold on to the light."
Hermione took a step forwards, but was suddenly blinded by the sun. Rubbing her eyes, she opened them to find no one standing in front of her. Quickly she turned her body in circles looking for the woman, when her eyes found the light. Standing across from her, in the spot she last saw him, was Fred nonchalantly leaning against the wall smiling at her.