Disclaimer: I am sadly not J. K. Rowling, these are not my characters and so on
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I was sitting, or hiding, in a girl's bathroom, somewhere in the fifth floor. I wasn't even sure exactly where myself, I had just wanted someplace where I could be alone and think. I didn't even know what time it was, and hadn't noticed how long I had sat there until I realized how hungry I was. Sighing, I checked my watch, and frowned surprised as I realized I had sat here for an hour.
I walked out of the stall and looked at myself in the mirror.
"I'm not psychic" I scoffed nervously. "I'm just Hermione. Just Hermione. I read books, do my homework, and I'm not so superstitious. I'm Hermione Granger, and I don't have visions, and I certainly don't believe in them. Superstition…completely irrational…impossible…Trelawney's mad" as I said this to myself, a part of me calmed slightly. Another part, however, knew that I was lying to myself.
Completely ignoring the latter, I unlocked the bathroom door and walked out.
"I'm fine. There is absolutely nothing wrong with me. I'm Hermione Granger, and I'm fine" I repeated this to myself as I walked down the Great Staircases, on my way to my dorm.
This was when things got weird. I walked up the last staircase, and I was about to say the password to the Fat Lady.
Then, I walked down the long corridor. I was suddenly feeling extremely heavy, as if each step took a huge amount of effort. Shivering in coldness, and feeling extremely tired, I leaned against the cold stonewall. It was only then I realized I was in the dungeon halls. With a ragged breath, I tried to stand up straight again. However, it was almost as if my legs weren't listening. As much as I tried, I was far too exhausted, too cold to do anything. Feeling as death itself, I slowly sank down, until I was sitting on the floor with my back against the wall. I slowly closed my eyes.
It was then a dark, tall figure stormed around the corner.
"Miss Granger!" he exclaimed, before he ran towards me. Wondering who the hell was disturbing my beauty sleep, I groaned, not having the energy to open my eyes.
"Miss Granger, stay with me" he said, and I felt strong arms lift me up. I frowned slightly, wondering what the person meant. Did it really look as if I was going anywhere?
"Open your eyes" he commanded, his voice suddenly harsh. It was only then I recognized it. If it had been anybody else, I would be too exhausted to care. But then I realized that Severus Snape was carrying me. With a shocked look on my face, I opened my eyes. What the hell was he doing?
"Look at me" he quickly said. It took a moment to get him into focus, but I managed to do it in the end, and I looked dazedly at the old bat. I then saw traces of blood on the man.
"You're bleeding" I muttered, surprised by how hoarse and tired my voice was.
"It's not my blood, you imbecile. It is yours" retorted Snape, looking down at something on my chest, then almost wincing in disgust. I frowned, and looked dazedly down on where Snape was looking.
There was a hole, right in the middle of my chest, just under my neck. Blood was drenching my shirt, which was now far from white.
I don't think I truly registered what was happening, or what that hole meant. I wasn't even in pain, I was just cold and heavy and tired. I did not notice that we were in a floo until green flames engulfed us. Then, Snape put me down on a warm bed. Smiling satisfied, I closed my eyes again and started drifting off.
"Oh no, you don't" he hissed, but it was already too late. I was gone.
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