They made their way to the great all in an uncomfortable silence.
Hermione was thinking about what just happened. He just took the information simply like any other and didn't made any comments about it.
"You know, I really thought you had made that up." George simply said, watching her sideway.
"I thought it would be the case." She answered him, sitting herself at the table.
"Here, your tea. Want some bread?" he asked her.
"No thank you, here your bacon." Her voice was trembling, maybe from the roll coaster that was her emotions right now.
"Oi, don't go crying on me now. I'm not going to eat you, you know? Nor I am going to tattle on you. So stop that now and eat your breakfast."
"I wasn't going to cry!" she snapped at him "It was just a little down time. I'm exhausted. Evading you and your map isn't really a simple task you know?"
"How do you know about the map by the way?"
"You gave it to Harry in our third year. Shit, maybe I shouldn't have said that."
"I didn't heard you, give me some coffee please."
"Riight… Here your coffee."
They continue their breakfast without their habitual banters, but in a sort of semi comfortable silence when Fred made his entrance.
"Here she is! You found your body Georgie! Did you know how she did it?" he asked in a cheerful way.
"No, I found her on her way to the kitchen this morning, I don't know how she did it, little vixen will drive me mad." George calmly answered his twin.
"Oi cutie, it seems that you can disappear from the map. How'd you do that!?"
"I don't know what you are talking about Fred, did you eat something funny again? Did someone confound you?"
"No need to lie, I remember clearly you ask us "Do you solemnly swear it" of course you have to know about it. No one speaks like that anymore!"
"Right, if you say so." She answered him with a little smile on her face. But her eyes weren't smiling, her memory flashing her pictures of Fred's body standing still on the ground. She was going to be sick.
Every time he was talking to her there was this pain in her chest remembering her he had died this night. And this pain remind her every time that her love for him wasn't going anywhere either.
"Are you alright?" His voice reverberated in her head. But this time, she couldn't brush him with a "I'm ok" because she really wasn't. Her breath was accelerating, images of her the war swirled in her head like a storm, and her eyes were beginning to sting.
"Sorry." Was all she said before storming out the great all so fast they didn't have the time to stop her. She made her way to an alcove in the far back of a random corridor and sat herself, trying to steady her breath.
She actually began to cry. And her breath didn't steady at all. She thought she was going to pass out when she heard a voice.
It was like it was far away from her, and she couldn't really understood what was said to her.
Someone grabbed her by the shoulder and it all came back to her. The Malfoy manor, all the torture she had to endure, the fright she had when she thought she was going to die letting her friend rot in a sort of prison where the Dark Lord could come at any time…
And she screamed. And struggle. She wasn't going to fight for her life.
She wasn't going to calm down. This little piece of woman was frightened by something and he didn't understood what that could be. Fred tried to calm her by touching her shoulder and that when it began.
She started to scream and battle against him like he was going to kill her on the spot.
"George, go get Pomfrey quickly, I'm staying there."
George rush out of the alcove to get the school nurse. Fred stood there, trying to talk her out of her trance.
"Hermione right? I don't know where you are right now but try to hear me ok?" He calmly said to her. She stopped for a second, like she heard him, but start shouting again. No it was more like wailing. Was his voice making her sad? Or did she just remember something so atrocious she started to moan?
"It's ok, your are not alone, try to breath. Can you do that?" Again the weeping double and her breath was more and more labored.
He didn't really know why he was so concerned, she was just a little first year his brother thought stalking was fun, but he couldn't let himself to didn't care for this girl. HE didn't know what made him do it, but he just did it. HE took her in a strong embrace and began to talk again without stopping
"Just breath, I won't do anything to you. Breath in… Hold it… Breath out… Try to mimics my breathing. Breath in… Hold…" And he continue to do that as she continue to cry and struggle.
At some point his voice may had reached her, and she started to do as she was told. But she didn't completely calm down, but she wasn't struggling anymore.
"You were dead.." was what he could made of her sort of mantra. She was crying it again and again and he didn't understand why she was saying that but she was a bit calmer.
For him, it seems like an hour, but this was just about ten minutes or so before the nurse came running behind George.
"What happened to her?" She asked hurriedly, using some diagnostics spell to show her what was wrong with this student.
"We don't know, she was fine and then she started breathing really hard, then crying, and screaming, struggling just after we touch her to ask if she was alright." Fred explained to her.
Pomfrey looked at them then at the little frightened girl on the ground "It's just a panicked attack, nothing to serious, but I'm going to take her with me. Go to your class, thank you for coming to me, nothing some calming draught can't fix." As she levitated Hermione to the Infirmary, The twins just stood there watching them disappear in the maze of corridor.
No one spoke about it on their way to their classroom, but no one forget the fright written on her face nor her screams of terror.
They didn't know what had happen to this little first year, but this really made them uneasy.
Maybe… Maybe they would ask her one day. And maybe she will answered them.