HERMIONE
A raging light cuts into the somber of my weak eyelids. The scaring reminiscence of antiseptic scent wafting through the walls. Everything is so pure- blinding in white.
Trying to make sense of where I was with everything happening around me. Pens clicking, the shuffling of papers, cabinets slamming shut, latex creaking throughout.
a doctors office.
Where they check your vitals, your conditions, whether you were going to make it or not..
The battle. Hermione Granger a healer. Aiding to help the injured. Death.
My wrists strapped to the side, trapping my body against the hard medical table. The cold iron seething into my back as I wore a white cloth hospital gown.
Sound of a doorknob turning catching my attention, glancing at who was to come in.
"Hmmm.. let's see here.." A soft voice came out, a woman flipping through the papers. Her outgrown slick dirty blond hair hiding her face, a white coat piled over her black uniform.
The woman lifting her focus, "Hermione."
Lavender Brown.
Shudders ran down my back as our eyes clasped. Unable to move nor blurt out my thoughts.
Lavenders eyes widen in confusion and concern along with lines of horror. Her throat clears while she tries to remain serene. "Hermione Granger. 19 years of age, date of birth 9-19-1979." She stepped closer, her hands still a bit shaky.
A small wince coming from within me as Lavender presses the steel stethoscope against my exposed skin.
Nodding as she quickly scribbled down on a piece of paper.
Catching myself staring at what she could possibly have been writing down one too many times.
"I'm sorry, Granger." She spoke in gulp, feeling the uncertainty radiating off of her. Not enough time for me to react before a spell shoots right through me.
My teeth grind against each other as my body takes in the knife cutting pain, my limbs feeling like they're coiling up on themselves. The rapid heartbeat striking over and over. Squirms trembled against the table while I ache for some type of release.
Flashes of the war re open, Ron's voice burn into my ears, the smell of Harry's chocolates he used to hide, Ginny's orange curls bouncing around her face, seeing the hundreds of lifeless bodies I couldn't help.
Tears run down the side of my face as I twitch my head side to side in protest to the drilling torture. We
Finally, it had all stop. Still feeling the thrash pump through my bones. My body going limp.
Lavenders feet shuffled fast to my side, her fingers wiping away the saltiness from my face. Suddenly, a side I've never seen before shined through her. Despite everything that happened with Ron, she cared enough to do something for me.
"I know..It hurts the most the first time." She said, releasing me from the shackles that kept me from moving.
Lavender looks down at her hands for a second, "You have to survive." She blurts out. Confusion quickly heats into my mind. "They're coming for me, Hermione. And I know we've had our differences-" Her head snaps at the clock and back, "Ron's alive. Last I heard he's in the muggle world, but he's coming back."
What? Ron was alive? In the muggle world? Why was he there? WHY WAS HE COMING BACK?!
So many questions, no voice to ask. Not enough time to try.
Two guards crush down through the door in a matter of seconds, she didn't restrain herself from them. "We're all going to die! Fight for us!" She yelled as they dragged her away. "You're all the hope we have left!"
I was their only hope..
Her voice echoing every chance it gets through me.
Her wand. Lavenders wand had been left behind on the desk in front of me. The guards becoming too busy with removing Lavender I had a chance, forcing my aching body of the human size parchment paper and tucking the wand in between the waistband of my knickers. There was a wide opening, an exit.
Beads of sweat begin to form at my temple, unsure if I should run or stay. But if I were to run then what? Where would I run to that wasn't poisoned with Death Eaters?
Then it doused on me. There were others potentially out there- Ron could be out there. Maybe Lavender was a messenger sent to help me. Or maybe I was just becoming too far into thinking I could resave the world as Harry..
Hearing the quivering blood running through my veins while I stumped at the doorframe. I spared no time before I made my decision.
Launching down the hallway, following the slaps of my bare feet against the black marbled flooring. Of course, we weren't only at a doctor's office. It was intertwined levels below in the Ministry.
Thumps and thumps of Death Eaters follow me behind, they were getting closer.
The place was a maze, hallways to the left and hallways to right continues on for miles.
Charms shooting through the air as they trailed on my tail, just barely surpassing them.
I was running into a dead end. And the Death Eaters could smell the stress dripping off me. Getting closer by the minute.
"Aguamenti." A pile of water flooded the hallway, soaking the bottom of my feet in attempt to delay them.
Running my lungs off, I reach the blank walls. I was trapped. The two last standing Death Eaters took each of my ways.
Antonin Dolohov to my right.
Carrow to my left.
The only left option was up. Thing was, am I willing to risk it all?
"Fiesty one aren't ya' Granger?" Dolohov lips creeped into a smirk, baring his yellowed teeth. "Make one hell of a trophy in Ministry's book. Just like your friend Harry.. Potter was it?" Carrow chuckled, twisting his wand his hand in a tease.
My heart sank at the mention of Harry's name. Catching myself off guard,
"Crucio!"
