A/N: I told you that the progress of this story will take long. I hope for your patience guys. And I want to apologize for any grammatical errors. As you may notice, this chapter is shorter than prologue. I'm so sorry.
Disclaimer: Belongs to the great J.K Rowling.
I walked into the sand
But the gentle wind erased my tracks.
And when I carved on the tree,
The tree shed skin and what I carved was gone.
So now I decided to left a mark,
On my skin.
So it it won't be erased,
By anything but me.
I hope I'm not wrong.
0000
Year 1998
Hermione Granger kneeled beside her Potions professor. She rummaged through her pocket and withdraw several vials. She pressed a cloth to his wound on his neck, trying to stop the blood. And every second, she would unpress it, and drop small amounts of potion. She tried opening his lips by the lid of the potion bottle, forcing him to drink the liquid. Hermione's hand was shivering. Maybe from the cold, or from the difficulty of the situation. Maybe from both.
" Hermione" Ron called. Her time is running out. She shivered. She pressed the cloth harder into Snape's neck, applying enough pressure. Wand won't work in a case like this.
" Hermione, faster!" It was harry who called to her this time.
She hurriedly got another potion and pressed it into Snape's lips again. There were tears in her eyes. Once the bottle was emptied, she put a crumpled paper on the pocket of Snape's robes. She rose and was gone.
