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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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Unfortunately.

[ sorry. if he were to type that, he's not entirely sure what good it will do. sorry for what is clearly not a fictional nightmare being broadcasted to all of drabwurld? sorry the kid of hermes can't quite fix it, despite being possibly one of the very few stolen into drabwurld who could hide it from sight? sorry doesn't cut it — especially when it's too late. ]

[ luke doesn't quite know how to even begin — the touchy feely comforting stuff has always been out of his league, him opting for humour and a good laugh than sitting down and speaking about feelings. it ties into his own desire to bury things, hoping it doesn't take root and begin to grow into the ugliest tree in the woods. it does no one good, the luke castellan method. but no jokes really come to mind for a situation that doesn't particularly have a place for humour. ]

Seems like a star in her own mind. I hope you kicked her ass.

[ she does hesitate for a moment, tilting her head, staring at the locket even as she feels the pressure of tears bursting through her body. she wants to cry, wants to let herself fall into that, and it takes her a little while to force herself to calm down and push all those feelings away. she is stronger than this, she thinks, stronger than the memories that suffocate her and she lifts her head, finally finding the right words to reply to luke. ]

Remember the witch I told you about? The one who's want I took? That was her.

[ he remembers. ]

And it felt evil.

[ by the looks of it, the woman is evil. it still makes very little sense, wand ownership and it almost having a mind of its own, but now he can see why hermione had felt it twist within her fingers as though it didn't belong within her grip. prodding for information about wands isn't something he wishes to do now, even if it'd be a nice distraction. ]

[ he's uncertain of how to phrase what he wants to ask, thinking of leaving it at that, but it's too dismissive and almost too impersonal. ]

Is that why she did that to you?

Exactly. The wand chooses the wizard, after all.

[ Bellatrix Lestrange's wand is still a heavy weight inside of her bag and she feels herself getting more and more uncomfortable with it being there. How was she supposed to get rid of it, though? She didn't trust anyone with it, not even Harry, not with the weight of the evil and the fact that it had been her duty. She had taken the wand, she should take care of it.

If only it were that easy. Merlin help her... ]

Because I took her wand? No, I stole the wand during our escape.

Or witch.

[ if only it were that simple — a woman with wild hair and a child-like voice having gotten up in arms over the theft of her precious wand. it'd make her more of an enemy in luke's eyes, sort of on par with the gods — albeit, almost anything that seemed unfair was on par with the gods from his perspective. ]

Bet she wasn't too happy about that. Would've been poetic if she was killed by it.

[ or by the girl she deemed herself to be better than, but something tells luke hermione's not the type to ever allow blood to coat her hands. hers are clean, where his are still stained. ]

Yes, or witch. Wands can be a reflection of the person they choose; that's why we bond.

[ If only she hadn't been forced to take the wand. If only they hadn't accidentally enacted the taboo. If only they'd been smarter, if she'd used more wards, protected Harry better -- all of it bites at her mind until she breathes out with a sigh, focussing on the text. ]

It would have. Ginny's mother killed her, though - we were duelling her but there was no way we could win, especially with me using her own wand against her.

Which means she was fucked.

[ and incapable of inflicting any sort of torture upon hermione again, not with a wand that wouldn't work to her own whims. it sounds a little advantageous, taking that woman's wand and nullifying her own abilities. if his own were to be blocked, he'd find himself too unbalanced, almost akin to being a mortal — weak and vulnerable and nothing entirely special. ]

[ belatedly: ]

Sorry, incredibly and intensely screwed.

[ he doubts this will make her feel any better, but he tries, nonetheless: ]

I can promise you Hades would've thrown her ass into the Fields of Punishment for it. Running through a field of cactuses naked. Listening to opera music. Pure, hellish torture for the rest of her miserable afterlife.

Oh, you can promise that, can you? I don't imagine Hades would take that much interest in affairs like mine -- even if our worlds are connected.

[ It's nice, though, to think that Bellatrix might get her just desserts. Hermione isn't a vengeful person, not in the way most might think, but she does still have quite a vicious streak and would give people that hurt her or her friends what they deserved - be it in the way she harmed Rita Skeeter or the way that she duelled Bellatrix with a burning ferocity. ]

I should wash your mouth out with soap, Luke.

If you can catch me, you're more than welcome to.

[ which means no holing up for the either of them. but at least she can joke, despite the subject around it being super heavy. ]

Hey, I'm meeting the guy the moment I'm out of here. If I leave a little note for good old dad, maybe he'll suggest Hades send his 'hounds after a certain fallen star. Gives the guy something to do — especially something to brag to Zeus and Poseidon about.

[ and, gods, wouldn't that put luke in hades' favour? allowing him to one-up his own brothers by capturing a wicked witch who lacked a mirror and a hairbrush. it may not be completely comforting, especially when she inserts her logic into it, but luke's trying to take it how it is — a promise justice will be served after death. ]

[ but he doesn't particularly want to talk about them, giving her a detour from her path. avoiding issues is luke's thing, and they're tiptoeing another bundle of his own. ]

I'm guessing she's a pureblood. Muggleborn and proud. I'm starting to understand that now.

I get the feeling that you'd be far too fast for me. I wouldn't be able to keep up even if I tried.

It's not worth it, I don't think. I have no idea what happens to people after we die, not really. It's not simple and it's not as if there's always a choice - I mean, there are ghosts, ghouls, poltergeists, etc. I'm getting carried away, aren't I.

[ Luke is trying to understand and she appreciates it more than she could say. Honestly, she has no idea how to handle this and typing back silly replies is almost enough to have her calming down and falling into another deep, dark pit of despair - she had done that in the months after Malfoy Manor already. ]

I am proud. I always was. This just hurt.

Don't give up so easily.

[ the tortoise was the winner of his race, wasn't he? the hare had exhausted himself by running — luke doesn't view himself as the hare, having been running at this pace for a good decade of his life. but simply because someone's fast doesn't mean the slower of the two has no chance to catch up and overtake. ]

Something Hermione Granger doesn't know? Color me shocked. But that's why there's people around who do know. Like me — it is simple. Ghosts exists — when summoned. Bitches like her get punished in the afterlife. The explanation for the sky being blue may be complex, but not everything is layered like an onion.

[ not everything is an ogre, despite it looking big and scary and completely and utterly intimidating. sometimes, they are. most often than not, they aren't. the afterlife is one thing luke knows better than hermione ever will — luckily for him, she'd missed his own slip. he's been to hell and back on a converse shoe flying carpet ride a few times. he knows what he's talking about, even if he has yet to experience the afterlife himself, having his own journey hijacked by fairies. but the afterlife exists — perhaps hades in her world is a little quieter, without the lameass record label as a gateway to hell. ]

It looked like it did. I thought wands broke if you try and use them to carve your initials into trees.

I never do, don't worry.

[ she could probably do something. a bit of magic. some speed boost. tease him a bit. something. she isn't sure because this isn't really anything serious but she appreciates it all the same; getting her mind off the horrible things that are being broadcast over the network, echoing, constantly, here and there. ]

I'm not omniscient, you know. Just well learned. There are too many conflicting ideas as to what happens when you die, especially in different worlds with ghosts and coming back from the dead - all sorts. It's too much for anyone to spend too long thinking about, I think. It'd make your head hurt. I'd like to think people are treated the way they deserve for the things they did in their lifetimes, however.

[ did you really just make a shrek reference luke. seriously. if she was in her right mind she would be questioning him about meeting hades like, now, but she's still a little broken up considering her situation. breathing out, she smiles to herself, trying to make herself feel better even as she replies. ]

No. Wands break if they're snapped or damaged beyond repair. She didn't use her wand. She used a knife.

[ do you know the muffin man? ]

[ there's a very small thought blossoming in luke's head that hermione granger not giving up easily will one day come to bite him in the ass. those who insist on seeing good in him when he hasn't even begun his spiel on how he's the bad guy, the wicked old crone, in this fairytale are people who are going to cause trouble for him. ]

You know what they say — Karma's a bitch. There's no way to say it without earning soap in my mouth, so I hope you choose your most sweet-smelling, Hermione Granger.

[ even if hades doesn't exist in her world, karma does. it's universal, touching almost every world those within drabwurld hail from, from the elves to the wizards to even the demigods. luke's met karma on her doorstep, and he can't say he hadn't welcomed her with open arms. ]

[ he doesn't particularly want to ask, but. ]

A muggle knife?

[ reading it over, it seems stupid to ask, but considering sticks are a source of power for her, and purebloods dislike muggles, luke feels like there's a point to him asking, even if it's buried beneath his own wince. ]

[ maybe. she has always been very determined and she shakes her head, despite not being on camera. she's fond of luke and she appreciates the way he's trying to take her mind off of all of this madness, as if she might be able to find some comfort in his strange searching words and idle jokes. admittedly, she is. it's helping take her mind away from her panic and she breathes out softly, going up to finally actually reply to luke before she loses her nerves about the whole thing. ]

Oh, I will. Perhaps some lavender, or a little gillyweed- then you'd have gills to breathe through the soapy mess. I'm good, aren't I?

[ perhaps karma did exist. perhaps bellatrix got what she deserves. either way, hermione is happy to dismiss it, to let it go, to not think about bellatrix lestrange again. even her wand still haunted her and hermione wished there was a way for her to get rid of it where she'd feel entirely comfortable. there isn't, though, and, so, it's her burden to bear.

finally, another reply comes through. ]

No. A cursed one. That's why I can't remove the scar.

Gilly what? I have to admit, I'm not a big fan of water. But for that soap? I'll push my dislike away.

[ even though luke thinks he'd be safe in a pool of water, or even the ocean, over time, he's still uncomfortable being within poseidon's domain. he may be dead, or somehow forgiven, or something that would stop the god of the sea from drowning him slowly, but luke can't quite live with himself for trying to attack a boy who had merely been as blinded and lost as he is. another hero meeting his own dragon, but instead of it being ladon, it had been luke castellan trying to claw him to death. ]

[ luke's tempted to ask if she's proud of it, including it within her muggleborn and proud motto, but it's not a question he wishes to ask, finding his fingers typing something else entirely. ]

I got mine from a dragon. I don't know if you've ever read about Ladon, but he's my Bellatrix. Can't really remove it. Doubt Apollo would want to, anyway.

[ in the tradition of greek gods being parents, he's a piece of shit, too. halcyon green had deserved a better father, just as thalia did, and just as he did. but it's a rant he doesn't want to type, nor even think of, overcome with a grief he hasn't felt in years. ]

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