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Obscura	By : Lanoreen Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 11586 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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PROLOGUE

Motto:
'How is it that a dream of such nature
Could hang here in my heart, suspended here –
Twirling, turning, blinking – like eyes in the sun?
A once shadowy dream – now more real
Than my own flesh, more real than
My own beating heart?'
Segovia Amil – Night Terror

All I manage to see are distant trees, a forest maybe? I feel like I'm choking as the air is filled with smoke, yet I am able to breathe just fine. I don't know where I am. I see nothing recognizable around me. There are no people, yet I feel like I'm being followed. I keep looking around, getting more and more afraid, but there is nothing now, it all vanished. No more smoke, no more trees, everything is white other than the path that cracks underneath my feet as I keep walking on. Where does it lead? I ask myself. Suddenly I stop. I get completely numb and paralyzed, and my body is no longer a part of own self, almost like I cease to exist other than my own consciousness. I'm not even aware that I am a human being anymore, maybe I am dead and this is what means to continue life after death, to exist only aware of an inexistent space that fills your imagination to a point. I try remembering what happened, how did I get here, but I fail. I no longer know who or what am I and these thoughts leave me as soon as they came. I care not to find answers anymore. At some point, I reach the level of not representing an 'I' anymore, this inexistent existence transforming into one with nothingness. The death of my own consciousness has finally occurred.

Smoke. Smell of burning leaves or maybe rotten flesh that suffocate me. I cannot breathe! Help! Who is talking? Whose voice is that? Is it mine? Why am I asking for help? Who am I, why everything around me went dark, why do I hear a constant background noise, like people talking but they are so far away… AAAH! My skin is burning, or at least it feels like it, but I own no such thing. Everything is racing and happening too fast, the smell, the burn and none of these belong to me but again, who am I? Why do I feel what does not represent a part of me? Or maybe it does and I am trapped inside my own head then?
Now I see. I no longer am in the dark and voices have stopped. From a distant far, a light point starts getting bigger and bigger. It's so bright! Oh, no, it's getting closer! I cannot look away!
The brightness of the light starts hurting my vision, maybe, but I am not sure. I can feel pain, but I am not able to locate it, it's like I am myself the pain and I suffer from my own fault. The blinding light starts dimming bit by bit and slowly I manage to recognize some shadows at first that start getting a contour until a clear image appears. A room. Beautifully decorated in Victorian furniture. The lights are dim, yet they emanate a cold light that makes the whole place give you a chill up your spine.
A man. He stands kneeling in front of me, with head down. I cannot control this body I took, it just acts on its own and I am a mere spectator. I seem to look down and I observe I have long, black robes and I now see a hand as well. A pale, almost skeletal one, with sharp and dirty nails, but has no grace of a woman's. It must be a man's then. The wand I, no, the entity, is holding is beautifully engraved with signs I do not recognize the meaning of.
'You have failed me one last time, Lucius.'
What did I just hear? The voice belongs clearly to a man, it was not me the one who spoke, all I am able to do is think.
'Apologies, My Lord, I promise with guarantee over my life, it will not happen again.'
The other man's voice sounds terrified and barely able to hold his emotions. He's shaking uncontrollably, his long hair covering his face as he dares not to lift up his head to look into the entity I posses' eyes.
'Your life means nothing to me, yet I find your family distracting. Perhaps they are the reason of your failure. Are you to disgrace me once again, your dearest wife and child will be the ones to suffer a gracious death from my wand.'
'No! I beg you, my Lord, not them! Not them, I beg you, take me instead, not them. I beg you!'
The second man holds back not his tears anymore, as every word he says is accompanied by sobs and voice loss at the very end. The entity starts laughing maliciously. I get scared and a sudden realization I have, of who am I, Hermione Granger, and the one I am in his mind is Voldemort, blurs my vision and what seem to be a thousand screams of demonic, lost souls that I hear, suddenly feel like they are ripping my consciousness apart. I don't know if I am screaming, maybe internally, what kind of Hell level have I reached, what happened to me, why am I here?
It stopped. What seemed to be forever has passed and it all stopped. It's dark once again. Silence. I am no longer numb, no longer just a thought of an inexistent mind. I have a body that I am aware of, struggling to escape this hellish realm.
I manage to open my eyes, my real eyes, but my head hurts so badly, the room is spinning around me and I am not able to hold them open for more than a second or two. I try again and now I see nothing. It's dark, I guess night time, and the room is quiet. A familiar scent reminds me this is my room and is the last night I am spending it in. Tomorrow is the day I begin my journey as a Horcrux hunter, together with Harry and Ron, and represents also the day I lose my parents to the Obliviate spell. I try not to think of it, it hurts too much, a pain that resonates beyond the physical and spiritual realm.

Dark clouds reign over the sky. Perhaps the nature knows what lies ahead, the atrocities that are to come and the pain and possible failure I and my friends are about to endure. I am going to miss my room and I don't even know if I am ready for the war. Although it all started a while ago, together with the revival of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, I only now am able to realize that once gone, I might never return. I came to a point where I no longer care for my life, I trashed away all my hopes and dreams, yet what keeps me alive is the thought that maybe, just maybe, we will be able to succeed. To end with the reign of terror. I will not become pure blood's slave, is it we are to fail. I will end my life before they have the chance to catch me and no one will miss me for my own parents will have no memory of my existence. I will become nobody's.
'Hermione, breakfast is ready!' My train of thoughts is interrupted by mother's voice. My heart skips a beat then regains violently its normal pace, leaving pain take over my chest, body, mind and soul.
I close the door behind me and go downstairs. From a dead angle I can see them laughing and my mother holding a small, pink blanket and a white teddy bear. I remember those, they were mine, they used to calm me down whenever I was upset or crying and I held dear of them for many years until I thought I lost them. She must have found them again and now they are waiting for me to go sit with them and be a family, a happy, loving one. It shatters my heart in a million pieces and my neck hurts from all the held back tears. I come out of the shadows, they look at me and get up, pulling me in a tight, group hug. Do they know? Have they felt something? My hands start shaking and with a last effort I take out my wand while they are holding me, saying 'I will forever love you'. 'We love you too, our treasure' they both respond in a choir like they have rehearsed it before. I feel my father wants to say something more but the pain is too much, if I don't do it now, I never will.
'Obliviate' escapes my lips like a whisper almost. I step back, observing how distant the look in their eyes is, like they acknowledge nothing of what's happening around them. All their memories of me disappear into a vain cloud that dissipates around my wand and before they get back to reality, I snatch the blanket and the teddy bear from my mother's hands and run towards the door, shutting it behind me. I look back again, what once felt home, it no longer is than a strange place I am not welcome and the gravity of what I've just done sends me off to the park that I used to go together with them, my parents, screaming, crying, running and cursing my own existence and the one who has caused it all: Lord Voldemort.
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