( video ; seelie + unseelie )

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(ooc: link to a video representation here! tw for torture/blood)

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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[ Oh, she does laugh at his stories, though. She can imagine a young Legolas, settling to be tucked into bed (though she gets the feeling he was a bit of a handful if anything) and demanding stories, only to be frustrated and put off before he gets into it for the name of a dragon. It's so charming that she can't help but bite back her grin, chewing on her lip and offering him a softer expression, just leaning into the touch of his hands. ]

He was a good father. I - I mean, he is. He's a wonderful dad, he really is.

[ She isn't going to go into the details of the fact that she wiped her parents' memories, not right now. Everything is still too sore and hurting for that kind of pain. ]

I think you could be dragonlike, at least the dragons in my world. They're strong, brave creatures, caring for their families and gentle, for the most part, unless their family is threatened.

[ She reaches up to touch her hair before she flushes, shaking her head and feeling herself go a little pink. He's playing with her hair and it's one of the most utterly charming things she's ever felt. When he replies to her offer of 'family' she feels her cheeks go pink, her eyes widening as she glances up with a soft expression. ]

Of course I'd have you. I've never had brothers and sisters before, at least not more than the ones I'd chosen for myself. I think having you as a kind of brother would be wonderful, Legolas.