|catalinacat (catalinacat) wrote in hijack_me_hp,|
@ 2008-05-20 19:28:00
My hair was matted with blood both from my body and from other’s. My face was covered in scratches and sporting a particularly painful gash along my right cheekbone. I suspected I had a broken finger and probably a cracked rib. It didn’t matter much anymore though, I reflected, as I lay my head in the mud that surrounded me. Harry’s supposed power, the love that Voldemort knows not, was in fact my dearest friend’s downfall. As Voldemort lay gasping for breath on this accursed ground, begging for mercy, Harry could not find it in himself to kill this wretched man who brought Hell to our world. Sensing a momentary weakness, Voldemort snatched at the opportunity, sending one fatal spell towards the hopes of all wizards and witches alike. A moment later, a new body lay on that sordid earth.
I fell into unconsciousness; brought on by both unfathomable pain and the ultimate shock that is seeing your closest friend die before your very eyes. It would be wrong of me not to confess that in that crucial moment that decided whether I stay strong and battle Voldemort myself or slip into the depths of my mind, that I was quite the coward. For who really wants to duel with the darkest wizard of our era? Harry, James and Lily Potter, and Dumbledore were the only ones who had truly stood up to Voldemort himself. And look how they ended up? So, in some dark confine of my mind, I let myself simply drift away…
There was a rock digging into the small of my back. It was a smart twinge compared to my various other hurts, both physical and psychological, but for some reason, it was that pain that pulled me from my slumber. For a few moments, I struggled to open my eyelids, which had been sealed shut with dried blood and muck. The light that shone on my retinas was enough to send another shockwave of agony through my body, and I moaned with malaise. A slight chuckle to my right caught my attention, and I abruptly stopped my lament, sliding my newly opened eyes towards the sound. The blinding rays of the sun made it so that I could not see the physical features of the man, but I squinted into the light in vain, hoping to catch a glimpse of my tormenter. The man grabbed me by my arm and hoisted me into a standing position, when he pushed me forwards; I stumbled and fell on my side. I saw the nub of bone that was my rib poke out of my skin before darkness enveloped me yet again.
When I awoke to the sound of a woman’s shriek, my eyes flashed open of their own accord. I was lying on a pallet in the middle of a field, and the only thing near to me was other women. Everywhere, we lay on dirt, grass, or any other scrap of earth deemed sleep-worthy. Turning to my right, I observed that my rib had been healed, and spoke to the waif of a woman next to me. “What is happening…?” my voice cracked and was no more than a whisper, disuse making it fall away. The eyes which looked at me the next moment shall haunt me for the rest of eternity. Hollow, they seemed, and lifeless all the more. “I do not know. No one knows.” and she turned back, lost in dreams, thoughts, and distant memories.
I lay back on the packed dirt, awash with strange sounds and sights. A million questions raced through my brain, most of them concerning why we were all here and what was going to happen to us. It was then that a voice in the distance caught my attention. “Granger! Granger!” the hoarse voice yelled, “anyone here by the name of Granger?”
Before my mind could contemplate the possible consequences of revealing my presence, the foremost being death of course – although that might not be such a bad option at the present - my mouth flew open, and I stood. “Hermione Granger.” I called out.
“Come.” The figure beckoned.
So I went, never really knowing what fate might have in store for me.