To the Death
Hey you guys! Sorry it took me a while to post chapter 2. The website was jacking up and wouldn't let me upload it. But it's up! Here's chapter three.
HERMIONE'S POV:
We were immediately forced to apparate to Kings Cross Station. When we touched ground, I felt the handcuffs being removed from my wrists. I heard the cold voice of Lucius Malfoy drift into my ears.
"2 minutes." I furrowed my brow in anger and turned to him, ready to give him a piece of my mind. "1:57.. 1:56." He began to count down. This wasn't fair! Nobody was here yet!
"Wait! My family's not even here yet! You told them they had an hour!" Lucius slapped me hard across the face and continued counting down.
"1:43.. 1:42.."
Come on, everyone! Please hurry up! I screamed inside my head. Everyone else's families were here. Everyone else was getting the comfort that only a family could bring. I felt like a lost child. Like a child lost in Ikea. Okay, I'm already losing my mind. I thought to myself. Behind me, I could hear Lucius's taunting voice still counting down.
"1:00. 59, 58.."
It was when he got to 40 seconds that I began to lose hope. I stared toward the end of the station, hoping to God that they would show up.
"10, 9, 8.." Wow. They don't even say goodbye to me when I'm about to walk to my death. Of course, it wasn't their fault, they were told they had an hour. But you'd think they'd immediately come just in case. I mean, really. Who in their right mind would believe Lucius Malfoy?
"3, 2, 1." My heart broke. That was most likely the very last time I could see my family. The last time to say how much I love all of them. I was absolutely heartbroken as Lucius handcuffed me again and began to push me toward the train that was waiting for us. As I walked, I looked around at the other tributes. Dean was being hugged by someone who appeared to be a sister. A sister. I thought of Ginny. I thought of how pissed off she probably was right now. Knowing her temper and how sensitive she is to how people treat me for being a muggle born, she was probably having some kind of breakdown right now.
Penelope was being embraced by her mum and dad. I thought of my own mum and dad. Not the people who are biologically my mother and father. I try to forget about those people, if you could even call them that. I thought about Molly and Arthur. My real parents. I was filled with jealousy and envy as I watched Penelope getting the love and comfort that only your parents could provide. Like Ginny, the entire family was so sensitive to how people treat me for being a muggle born.
All of the other tributes were getting so much love and comfort…. My family didn't show up. I wasn't angry with them, they were tricked. I was just disappointed. I really needed the support and love, but I couldn't get it.
Lucius ordered all of us to board the train. The train that would transport us to our deaths. I felt like I was going to some sort of concentration camp or something like that. Everybody was crying and waving to their families as the train began to leave. My eyes filled with tears as I just stared out the window.
We were about a quarter of the way out of the station when I saw a flash of ginger hair. My heart gave a leap as I looked out the window. My entire family stood looking around for me frantically.
"RON!" I pounded on the glass of the window, desperate to get his attention. My heart stopped as he continued looking around frantically. "MUM! GINNY! HARRY!" I pounded on the glass harder, expecting to break it. None of them looked at me.
The train was almost out of the station. I stood up and ran to the back of the train, tripping on my way. When I reached the back window, I noticed that it could be opened. My heart pounding, I opened it quickly. I leaned my head out the window and screamed at the top of my lungs.
"RON! HARRY! MUM! GINNY!" Finally. They all turned and saw me. Tears streamed down my face as they began to run after the train, Harry leading.
"HERMIONE!" I reached my hand out toward them, knowing perfectly well that it would do nothing to help me. The train sped out of the station, everyone becoming smaller and smaller as the distance between us increased. I could see Ron push Harry out of the way. He stared at me for a few seconds before burying his face in his hands and falling to his knees, Harry following him to the ground immediately.
The distance between us grew and grew until I could no longer see my husband's shaking form.
Sorry. Short one. Next chapter will definitely be longer. I'll actually start on it the minute I upload this one. Thanks!