HERMIONE
As I would've ran between the withering trees, crunching twigs that would've broke beneath my feet, the winter breeze that would be cutting through the rosey parishes of my cheeks. Air seeping into the open holes in my knitted sweater while I continued toward nothingness.
It had been over a few months, since the battle of Hogwarts ended.
And we still continued to run for our lives.
After destruction hit the nation, most of the remaining survivors ran off into the Muggle World, to seek refugee from the changing ruins. Others stayed behind, not being able to leave their families and love ones that had been deserted.
The Ministry of Magic no longer as a symbol of peace and protection but now a constant reminder of monarchy and domination. Being overruled by Voldemort after his winning victory.
Forces of Death Eaters bust down buildings, homes, and other confined structures. They raid all over the Wizarding World for those who became incapable of continuing to run. Enforcing a new movement that had been demanded by the Dark Lords, new, higher, and more powerful ego, replacing the empty space left behind.
While for those... less fortunate, they came face to face with war again.
Taken into the Ministry system just to be concealed from society. Ripped away and silenced from their lives. From what I knew,
I will not be one of them.
My legs would begin to fall out and burn in exhaustion. But my mind would keep pushing itself through the aches within my body, I'd keep running for my life till my knees hit the runt soil beneath me.
If only that was all true,
