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Written for Auction Prompt - TheoHermione
Word Count - 304
In Her Prison (In Her Mind)
"You don't want to do that, Granger."
Hermione turned, eyeing the man behind the bars. Looking back down at the rock she'd finally managed to sharpen enough to cut skin, she smiled to herself.
"Why not?"
"Just… don't," he replied. "I'll have to report it and that's an effort. Hurting yourself won't make anything better."
She shook her head, bushy hair manic around her, like a messed up halo. "Nothing can be worse than this!" she replied, her voice shrill, her hands waving around. "Stuck here, in this cell, knowing that my friends are dead!"
"Please," he murmured. "Don't. Don't hurt yourself."
"Why do you care? What does it matter? Voldemort already won, and he doesn't care about the loss of a Mudblood!"
"Granger. Please. Put it down."
She laughed, an inhuman cackle leaving her throat. As she moved to swipe the crude weapon across her arm, a light shot out, and all she knew was darkness.
...
Theo sedated her calmly, approaching her once it was safe to do so. Taking away the plastic knife she'd been waving around, he stroked her hair away from her face.
A knock on the window showed Potter standing there.
"Any change?" he asked, popping his head in the door.
Theo shook his head sadly. "Not yet. I've had to sedate her again, she still thinks she's living in a world where the Dark Lord won."
Harry sighed. "Thank you. For looking after her."
Theo waved his hand at his Healer robes. "It's my job."
Potter raised his eyebrow. "Sure. Keep telling yourself that's why you're the only one she'll engage. I'll see you tomorrow."
Theo watched him go before turning his attention back to the sleeping witch in the bed. "You will get better, Hermione. I promise."