Being stuck at Hogwarts, Hermione found herself running down the various hills surrounding the castle, escaping her troubles. The farther she ran, the more free she felt. She was almost like a trapped butterfly being set free, into the wild. But, in the end, she was more than aware that running wouldn't get her anywhere. Tears streaming down her face like a fountain, everything became blurry, images slurring into each other. She could just make out the entrance to the Forbidden Forest when she came to a halt. It felt as if the world was closing in on her. Everything she grew up to love had been switched on her because she loved too much. She loved a wicked woman, a woman that would never love her back. She lost everything. That realization smashed upon her, making her fall to the wet, muddy ground, in a mess of tears.
Bellatrix sat upon her black silk bed, motionless. Yes, the plan was coming into play but her feelings, the feelings she liked best hidden away were coming to surface. Eyes inspecting her blanket, she recalled memories of her and Voldemort. She would help him relief stress, so to speak. Her heart swelled with regret, love, and grief with every moment that passed by. A single tear formed in her dark, sunken eye.
Both, Hermione and Bellatrix, sat, reminiscing on the past. Both, slowly came to terms that they lost everything they have ever wanted in life. Both, in love with someone that would never love them back.
Bellatrix stood in a hurry, hearing footsteps running up the stairs. She could trust no one, any time the Ministry of Magic would be raiding the Malfoy Manor. Before the door clicked open, she had already disapparated to the Forbidden Forest, not knowing who already embraced its presence.
Twigs cracked under her boots with every step she took, and fog clouded her vision. Bellatrix was most definitely in the Forbidden Forest. She planned to stay there for a night or so, until she decided where to go from there. Though the fog made it hard to see, she could make out a breakthrough of trees, leaving an exit from the forest. She rushed towards the opening.
Hermione, sobbed into her lap. Fear surrounded her as she tried to make solutions to her problems, but a solution was never found. Glancing up, Hermione let out a small gasp when she saw Bellatrix Lestrange standing before the forest. Her legs became spaghetti when she stood, shaking. Fear and excitement rushed through her blood stream, leaving her in awe. Her eyes analyzed Bellatrix. Her dress was ripped, her corset becoming loose, hair a mess as always, cheeks more sunken in than usual. Her appearance frightened Hermione, not for herself but for Bellatrix, as she did not appear to be alright. Sadness lurked in each other's eyes. Feeling her heart rot with pain, Bellatrix took the first step towards Hermione. She had loved her master with every inch of being she had in her, but now that he was gone, who was she to love? The idea of power did in fact bore her, as that was not what she wanted, that was what Voldemort wanted. That was his. Bellatrix was his puppy, his pet. Bellatrix felt as if she was always the one to love and never to be loved back, so Hermione's infatuation with her confused Bellatrix. Not reacting to her thoughts, Bellatrix continued to walk toward Hermione. Hermione, on the other hand, stayed put as she was terrified of what Bellatrix was going to do to her. Anxiety kept her in place, but love made her speak.
'I know you're hurting. And I am hurting too. We both have lost everything… but each other.'