𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐀

☾ Chapter 5

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"Hermione?" Ginny shook her shoulders, "are you alright? We heard you screaming,"

"I'm fine," she slowed her shallow breaths, trying to rid the image of Harry's dead body on the ground of the quidditch pitch; let alone the touch of the man who'd done it.

"Hermione, you're crying."

She noticed the wetness on her cheeks and wiped the teardrops with her sleeve. The dream had been strangely unsatisfying; gory.

She felt extremely violated by his sudden appearance in her mind.

And despite having just watched one of her friends quite literally die, all she could do was pray he could hear her inner monologue.

Damnit, Malfoy. You've ruined it.

Suddenly she was tired again. As though the bones in her body ached from having to relive her worst, warped nightmare.

Even so, she wouldn't sleep.

She couldn't.

Her body could not physically handle watching his death again. Whether it be a flashback or a warp of reality, she refused.

What she'd done had been selfish. Guilt coursed through her veins as the memory reentered her mind.

Mere feet from the battle grounds, Ginny and Hermione stood hiding behind a large Flora tree. They could see the main courtyard, where they had abandoned their friends and family.

That was the moment they'd had to watch both Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter be executed on the spot; and they couldn't make a sound.

Whilst Hermione and Ginny had escaped, despite the immense grief put on both their shoulders, the others had found their way into cells in various locations throughout Europe.

It was only eleven months later when the two girls heard official news of an order safe house while foraging for food in a rural farm town. After nearly a year of jumping between abandoned homes and piles of rubble they began to head towards the supposed location.

Traveling across Scotland from Wick to Callander was no easy task.

The walk took six days in total. They'd decided on fourteen hours of walking, and ten hours to sleep — a very generous amount, Ginny had decided.

With a tent in a bag, only four days worth of food and a single bottle of water, they began to travel.

Two days into the walk they'd been lured into a bog by a group of hinkypunks. Four to be exact. If Hermione hadn't learned the spell to counter their magic mere months beforehand, they'd both be dead.

At the safe house they were greeted by their current band of cell mates, and the other five students in their division who are currently dead or being held hostage; Angelina, Leanne, Susan, Cho, and Ernie. Multitudes of other students resided there as well.

The supervisors consisted of Minerva McGonagall, Professor Vector and Nymphadora Tonks, there more so as a grieving mother and widow than anything else.

Tonks had lost herself following Remus' death.

It was a fairly large farmhouse in the middle of a plain, protective enchantments allowing only those with good intentions inside the premises.