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Requiem For a Dream
By : TerraBloodstar
Category: Harry Potter > General > General
Views: 1428 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I earn anything from the writing of this fanfiction. The plot is mine, as are the Satoshi and Mahoutsukai. - Chapter List
“I am afraid.” Hermione whispered, leaning against the frame of her bedroom window as she looked out at the night sky. Her room was torn asunder, clothes and books scattered everywhere, two large suitcases flung open wide, clothes and toiletries strewn haphazardly in and around them, a small duffel bag lying flat upon the carpet beside her bed.
Three days. Even as she thought it, she trembled slightly, closing her eyes to fight off her fear. She had three days left in England. Then, it was a new society, a new world, and a language she never thought she would need to learn.
“Oh gods.” Her legs grew weak, knees bending slowly as her hands slid down the pane of glass, leaving streaks in their wake, until she was left a huddled, shuddering ball on the floor. “I can't do this...I can't...”
Her breath was coming rapidly, growing more shallow as the seconds passed, and she could feel pressure against her chest, making it even harder to breathe. Her beloved cat was watching from the bed as she slowly lowered herself to lie on her side in the fetal position, twitching and whimpering as though in agony.
Tears were falling freely from wide brown eyes, eyes that stared blankly at the bottom of her door, her hands clenching into her upper arms as though it would stop the pain. She let out a low, strangled moan, struggling to breathe, to think, to find the logic she knew she could not survive without.
There. Right there.
“It's okay. I'll be okay. If I could go to boarding school at eleven, I can go to another country at eighteen. I can handle this...I've read so many books...” Frantic whispers inbetween her pants, her body slowly uncoiling and rolling so her stomach was against the floor, her head turned to watch as her fingertips sank into her plush lavender carpet.
That large marmalade beast leapt from the bed to her outstretched hand, lowering himself to nose his way under her palm, a loud, steady purring easing her mind. He did not understand the cause of this human's pain – this packing was the same every year, ever since he had chosen her. Why now was it so upsetting to her?
“I'm sorry, Crooks...did I upset you...?” She whispered, pulling herself up to curl around him, slowly relaxing as he nestled against her, and the vibrations of his purr spread through her chest, warmth seeping into her body. “...I'll be okay...I just have to keep busy...so that I don't have time to think...”
The half-kneazle let out a low, soothing grumble of a meow, rubbing the top of his head against her chin. He knew she would bring out the basket soon enough, and he would be of no help to her from that point. So he had to do what he could now...
Hermione's eyes drifted closed, her arms still holding Crookshanks, as his purrs and warmth soothed her to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Hermione?” The voice was joined by a gentle tapping at her door, leaving the young girl to wonder what had caused her body to be so sore. As she started to stretch out, her joints protested with loud and worrisome cracks, and the carpet rubbed against her cheek.
Carpet?
The previous night rushed into mind, sending her into a sitting position rapidly, before she stood up and looked to the door that hid her mother from view.
“Yes, Mum?” Her voice was rough, from the crying the night before and a rough sleep, leaving her to wince slightly. It was lucky that she had been to a concert with friends the night before – it would make a useful cover story.
“Breakfast is ready. You really screamed yourself hoarse last night, didn't you?” The woman laughed a bit. “I'll put some tea on for you. Don't forget to finish packing before those boys come over tomorrow – I know you'll be too busy then.”
“...Yeah, okay Mum...I'll be down in a little bit.” She let out a sigh of relief as her mother's footsteps faded down the hall, falling silent as she went down the stairs. Harry and Ron were coming...she'd almost forgotten. A sigh, pulling out clothes to change into, before heading to the bathroom to wash up a bit – relieved as the time she took let the carpet imprints fade from her skin.
“Where has the time gone, Crooks?” She murmured as she returned to her room to take a look at the damage before she went to breakfast. “It seems just yesterday I was graduating and being told of my acceptance...and in two days, I'll be on my way...”
“Mrrr.” If a cat could arch his brow, Crookshanks would be doing so, watching her from his perch atop her dresser, tail swishing a few times. From the way he was surveying the room, even Hermione could understand what he implied.
“Oh hush, Crooks.” She muttered, giving the cat a slight glare. “I'll finish packing when I'm done with breakfast. Don't scold me.”
With that, she walked out of the room, leaving Crookshanks to leap off the dresser and follow after; she wasn't the only one who had breakfast waiting.
Author's Note:
And so ends chapter one of Requiem for a Dream. It is only in the beginning stages – next chapter, the day with Ron and Harry at the Burrow. Because she would never be able to leave fast enough to avoid a Weasley goodbye party.- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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