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THE DREAM;

[ It starts of as nothing more than blackness and screaming, the sounds flickering desperately and the panicked breathing soon taking over. When Hermione remembers this moment it's the pain that surfaces first, then the panic, then the horror of her memories, but it takes so, so long for the memories to crawl out and be more than just echoed sounds.

Then there are visions, flashes of a face bearing into her own, whispering to her and a wand moving in front of her eyes, the sound of a curse echoing around her body as she screams with the pain, twitching. Her vision swims, now, from the agony, even as she lies through her teeth - and she is lying, desperately, not expecting to be believed but relishing the fact that even now, when she's on her back on a cold floor with a witch trying to Crucio her to death, she can protect her best friends.

It doesn't take long for the other woman to come back and take over Hermione's light of sight completely, leaning close and shouting in her face even as she tries to bite back desperate sobs. It's almost impossible, not with the ravaging pain that's taking over her, and it's not until the woman moves to the side and jerks forward, body twitching as she does something out of Hermione's vision but she still screams, body lurching and everything twisting as she tries to get away.

Everything is burning pain and agony and there's nothing she can do but breathe and try to keep going, despite her tears, desperate sobs that overtake the entire nightmare. The one word that echoes, over and over, is Mudblood; mudblood, mudblood, each hiss like a stab to her heart and another cut to her body.

Eventually, finally, the screaming is over, her voice is hoarse, and she's left just... Staring. Her gaze is a little fuzzy and distant, a little lost, and her hands twitch a little, her body readjusting to it's pain threshold being pushed too far, too fast, pulling all her energy out of her and leaving her worse for it. Eventually there are more whispered shouts behind her and a hand lifts, grabbing her, a knife pressed to her throat and her best friends in front of her, their lives on the line again and she'd failed --

and then she wakes up. ]

ADDED ABOUT AN HOUR LATER, text;

I don't suppose there's any way to get rid of this, is there? I'm sorry for anyone who had to see that. I'm truly sorry.

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It must have something to do with the strange things happening. I'm not the only one, at least. Not that it's a particularly good thing, but.

I'm fine. Thank you.

It's not a good thing. It's not a fair thing either. If we could find a way to stop it that would be better for everyone.

Okay. And if you need it, I hope you find someone to talk to, too.

[ Because he understands not saying anything, but sometimes yelling is good. He's a total stranger, though, and doesn't feel it's his place to offer. ]

Edited 2014-07-15 09:18 (UTC)

It would. Maybe it's something we should talk to the king and queen about. Something that needs to be brought up. It's not fair for anyone.

Thank you. I have some friends - they're taking care of me.

I don't think we can trust them for that. They're the ones wanting us to fight each other. Even if they could fix this, I don't trust that they won't do something later.

Great. I hope they help-- I'm sure they will.

I just wish I knew why. What the purpose was. Why this dream, this memory. Is it so much to ask?

Everyone's seems to be different. Maybe it's something that's important to us...? But they could choose nicer important ones. That's likely the point, though.

Defining memories, then. Things that changed us? All of it is possible.

It's not random. It can't be. Not with everything that's been shown.

We need to find the common factor. Maybe I could ask.

You can do that if you want.

Maybe tomorrow.

Yeah. You shouldn't worry about it right now.

Edited 2014-07-16 09:31 (UTC)

Thank you. For talking.

That's nothing to thank me for. I'm not really doing anything at all.

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