A/N - Hello again. Just the normal notes here.

This chapter is replaced with this because I didn't like the feel of the last version. Also, this isn't like a story, story. It's more a release of directed thoughts so while it holds a sort of plot, it's kinda... ADD meets Mood Disorders. So.. Moody/Jumpy POVS with obscure titles, I guess. lol.

Anyway. I Hope you guys enjoy the new chapter!

The Breaking Point

War is here.

The end is near.

Maybe not the end to some of these people, but it is the end of many things still.

There is no stopping the world. There is no stopping the days to come. There is no escape unless inserted by one's own hand.

War is stressful, the war is near, so some actions are forgiven when at other times they would not be. There is a darkness that follows all, and it is a darkness everyone is experiencing. It is a darkness they can share and understand together.

Ginny has an understanding of Hermione's darkness now. The words she said now made sense. Ron isn't in school anymore. He's not even home. He's out there, and she… Well, she doesn't know where she is either. A safe house, her mother, and father told her when she came home from the school she was alone in.

She hadn't understood many things before now. She hadn't understood war, she hadn't understood evil, and she hadn't understood death. But now... Now with the things the way they were, how could she not fear.

How could she not cry over what she didn't know?

What if Harry is already dead?

Was Hermione?"

Ron?

Where's Ron?

Ginny turns onto her side and hugs her knees to her chest, biting her lip hard enough to feel the pain of her heart in the pain of her flesh.

It helps. But it doesn't cure it.

She's sleeping in a room with her brothers now and she mustn't let them know she's crying.

….

Wolf Where? And You're Not Here.

Remus has always understood the darkness.

So has Sirius Black, and unlike the rest, they are lucky because they have each other and two to travel the same darkness is quite a rare thing to find indeed.

It's something to be treasured, but is easily missed and almost never recoverable.

But, as often the case, they are not together now, and this will destroy them both even if one doesn't know that yet. They need each other, but it will not be.

Yet…

Into the Mirror and Out of Here

The one with shoulder length, greasy black hair has woken from a nightmare again.

But this is different because the nightmare wasn't a dream it was a vision.

A vision of what is to come…

The bathroom door closes out the bedroom. The small candles flicker on and Severus grasps the sink with knuckles that will turn as white as the porcelain.

He then throws up and as he rises, he catches himself the mirror.

He had broken this mirror…

He had broken the one before that, and the one before that. He had broken every bathroom mirror over and over again and instead of getting the hint, the school would replace the damage without him having to know.

"Little conveniences and all that..."

Little motions to relieve teachers of little stresses… But this was a motion that would not relieve him.

He's catching his breath like he had just run a marathon, his image ashen in the ghostly light. He's sweating enough for him to count the drops that fall down his face and under his loose clothing. Ghostly, he has black circles that tint around his reddened eyes and this is when he freezes.

He catches his eyes. Something he never does because meeting eyes with himself will lock him in on the flaws the world can see, as well as the flaws only he knows are there. He sees scars he knows they can't. He knows there are scars they could see that are littered on his body and that sit on the edge of every sentence he says.

His jaw clenches.

He vomits anyway.

Sweat drenched and shivering, as he eyes himself in the darkness of the bathroom mirror with only the flickering of the sparsely littered candles to see, he stares.

He leans forward over the sink slowly.

His breath is slow by now as he touches his throat, first with the tips of his fingers as if his skin were something very hot, then sliding his hand inward, his fingers following the curvature of his throat.

The sweat falls like blood and Severus Snape will be standing where he is, like he is, for a long time to come, haunted by the silent ghosts of what he never asked to know.

He will break the mirror eventually and then he'll go back to bed.

…..

The Regret of Procrastination

She's alone but it is still not the same sort of alone she had felt through her days at school.

The red flags were there, but only Ginny had ever said anything. But Ginny had stopped asking months ago.

She had stopped because Hermione Granger had taken Professor Snape's advice and told her everything. It was one night, late at night, Hermione broke her soul open to the one person she promised she would. And she did. And surprisingly, in a motion, she would never admit to anyone…

Severus Snape was right with his emotional advice.

He knew how to help her and for whatever reason that pulled her closer to him.

How did he know?

If he could help her that means he experienced it… S? ExperienceS? He could help her. He could help her have more good days than bad days, he could help her learn brewings to aid beyond this terrible medication.

He knew the darkest part of her, and beyond that, he seemed to be the only one who helped.

Ginny hadn't understood. She… she hadn't been mature enough to and for that, Hermione wouldn't be angry with her.

The boys were too busy with themselves and saving the world to really notice anything about her. They also held less emotional connection to where they never really asked her about anything. She was just there to help.

She just did the book work.

She just knew the spells.

She just knew what they didn't.

She feels something within her churn.

If they were driven they didn't need her…

If they did the homework, half of their life answers could be found.

She was their card out of thinking so they could be brazen.

She feels bad, but she also feels that this is true.

She's not needed. She was never needed…

Not until Ron ran away….

Not until Ron abandoned them..

Her eyes narrow angrily.

Harry was stubborn, but there was a reason he wasn't in Ravenclaw. There were lapses in the drive to learn and reason. There was a particular nuisance in the boy who wanted to do everything, but knew nothing of much nor took the time to find out.

But she loved Harry.. She loved Ron.. But...

But..

But…..

But, if Ron hadn't left when he had, it would have been her as she had been thinking about leaving since the start.

She opens her eyes to her current surroundings and finds herself laying in the bed she fell asleep in, still facing the tan wall. Sighing, she turns around in the cot and looks around the enchanted tent.

Beautiful, yes. The first of the morning sun is waking the first of the earliest birds who sing their morning songs. Outside the tent is the beautiful forest. They are safe for the most part. But situationally…...

Situationally, she just wanted to rip her heart out and disappear.