Chapter Twelve
Hermione's eyes flew open and she fell onto the ground, falling on her side. She sat up, her entire body enveloped in sweat, her face wet with tears.
"Hermione?" Blaise was at her side in an instant.
She couldn't think. She couldn't breath. Everything was wrong. And it was her fault. She had no idea what was going to happen, or any idea as to how to stop it. She felt pain; enormous pain.
"Hermione. Baby, talk to me," Blaise whispered. He tilted up her chin to look at her face but fell back in alarm.
Her face dripped with sweat, her face was pale…and her eyes were blue.
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Blaise felt something swell in his chest. He felt miserable, happy, sad, and confused all at the same time. He wasn't alone.
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Hermione looked up, her vision slightly blurred. The room was spinning and she could barely make out Blaise's faint outline a few feet in front of her. He wouldn't come any closer though. Hermione felt her entire body shake. It was as if a giant weight had been pressed upon her chest and she could never remove it. Everything hurt.
She suddenly felt herself jerk. Her entire body writhed and twisted, knocking her face first onto the ground. Images began to rush through her head; images of people and events that she had never seen before. Memories…from another lifetime. But they weren't her memories. It was as if she was watching an old television documentary. She was watching history. She saw people dying, people being but to death, she saw people caring about one another, people doing amazing things. They were wizards and witches yes, but these people, they were also something more. A vague word slipped in and out of her mind, teasing, taunting her mind. She couldn't remember. Hermione felt her muscles contract. Sortiarm.
Her vision cleared. Hermione looked up expecting to find Blaise sitting in front of her. But he wasn't there. She began to panic, the dream flooding her mind again. She looked around in alarm. Hermione saw something out of the corner of her eye, something above her. She looked up and nearly choked in surprise.
Blaise was suspended ten feet in the air. He was dangling in the air just watching her. He hadn't said anything. Hermione looked at him in confusion. Blaise closed his eyes and opened them again. He began to come down. His feet touched the ground and he just looked at Hermione, in a way he had never looked at her before. He took her hands in his and pulled her into him.
"Blaise?" Hermione heard herself say. But it wasn't her voice. There was something different about the way she sounded.
"Hermione. You need to see something. I think – I don't know how this is possible. But…you have to see this," he took her hand and pulled her towards the mirror in the back of the room. "Hermione look at your reflection."
Hermione raised her eyes and looked at her reflection. She gasped. Her eyes were blue. Everything seemed to be a little clearer in her mind. Colors were more vivid, shapes more distinct. Something was happening to her. She looked at Blaise standing behind her in the mirror. She studied his face; he was glowing, but his eyes were dark. She looked back at herself. Her eyes were turning brown.
"What's going on?" she whispered. His eyes met hers in the mirror.
"You're…" he began. But he couldn't tell her. He had to show her. "Hermione. I need you to do something for me. I have to be sure. Think of the one thing that makes you angry; something that makes you really angry or sad. Concentrate on that, then concentrate on the mirror. Take your anger out on it. Okay?" Blaise said, stepping away from her.
"Why–"
"Trust me."
Hermione looked at him for a moment, then looked back at herself in the mirror.
The house stood in ruins. Ash and smoke clogged her lungs. Coughing, she made her way through the debris of the house she had grown up in. She kicked her way through the dirt, tears steadily streaming down her face. Harry stood next to her, steadying her step. Ron was a few steps behind them. Hermione gasped for breath, crying harder than she'd ever cried. Her mother had been transported to St. Mungo's hours earlier. And her father….
She looked up. The cursed sign hung in the air above what was left of her home. That damn skull and serpent. She felt herself scream.
His mangled body was lying in front of her; the hands that had tucked her in every night for thirteen years; the eyes that had watched her grow from a child into the woman; the lips that had kissed her forehead for every accomplishment she had every achieved. All gone. He was gone. Her breath caught in her through. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't see, she couldn't live. She wrenched her arm out of Harry's grasp and threw herself on the ground next to his cold body. Her hands held his face, her voice begging him to wake up, her mind refusing to believe he was gone.
Never had she felt such sadness, such hatred for another human being. But no, they weren't human. They were demons. They deserved to die. All of them. As she cradled her father's head in her arms, she looked up and glared at the Dark Mark. Hermione pulled out her wand and just screamed. No words, no spell, no incantation. It was a scream of pure hate. And the mark disappeared.
Hermione felt herself double over, tears streaming down her face, heer body shaking with fury. The mirror rose into the air and fell to ground, breaking into a hundred pieces. She felt her fingers tingle. She felt her hand rise and saw an orange glow come from them. Suddenly the curtains caught fire. She pointed her hands at anything and everything. She hated everything. She was destroying everything. She screamed. And suddenly it stopped. The heat that had consumed her began to fade. She felt muffled, confused. She realized someone was holding her. Her mind sank back into reality, back into sanity. She looked down at the broken mirror just as the last traces of blue left her eyes.
Hermione felt her knees go weak. She fell into Blaise's embrace, no longer able to support her weight. He carried her to the couch, sitting her down and kneeling beside her.
"What's happening," she barely managed to say.
"Hermione. I was wrong. I'm not the last one of my kind."
Her mind wasn't working. "What do you mean? There's another Sorti–r–m…" she said, breathing heavily.
Blaise looked at her for a long time. He knew what he was going to tell her would destroy her. "Yes," he whispered.
Hermione's eyes widened, her foggy mind trying to make sense of what was going on. "Who?" she muttered, her eyes locked with his. Suddenly, her brain woke up. Every sense in her body was alert. She knew what he was going to say.
"You."
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Hey guys! Sorry it took me so long to update. My computer crashed. Luckily I had back-upped everything, but it took a while to get it fixed. Thanks for the awesome reviews. Hope this chapter lives up to what you guys wanted!
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Some weirdo: haha…yeah well, the decision is yours! Lol…don't we all wish we were Hermione? Two hot guys after us? Lol…thank you so much! Hope you like this one
u-r-only-my-shadow: no draco has no idea blaise is back. He really did just have to return a book. The reunion isn't going to be pleasant. I'll give you that. But yeah…draco doesn't know or feel anything lol
queen of serpents: oh I'm sorry! Questions will all be answered soon enough. I can't give out much info though. It'd ruin it! Lol
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sorry its so short this time. I just had to get this one out to answer questions. Next one will be longer hopefully lol.