A white mist surrounds the King's Cross station.
It's eerie silent,
nothing moves.
She's standing on the platform
in the middle of the mist
with no idea how she got there.
She remembers the pain and the blackness
but nothing more.
And suddenly she was here,
in the deserted station.
This must be a dream.
Because the platform she stands on is 9 and ¾,
and she is certain such platform does not exist in the real world.
That's a silly thing to dream about she thinks.
But the place feels familiar,
like she has been here before,
some other time when it used to be full of life.
"Hermione Granger"
An old man appears from the mist,
and he must be talking to her because no one else is around.
The name doesn't sound familiar though,
but when she tries to think of some other name for herself she can't remember any.
So she has to trust that's her name.
The man looks at her with twinkling eyes.
He looks as old as time itself,
long beard and wrinkled face,
but his eyes are clear and kind.
Suddenly she knows why she's here.
"Am I dead?" She asks.
not that she wants to ask,
but she has to know for sure.
and the answer already scares her like hell.
"What do you think?"
That's not the answer she was looking for!
She glances around
and notices that there's a train waiting.
Was it there the whole time?
She has no idea.
The train whistles,
ready to leave.
"Will I be if I board?"
The man smiles at her,"You were always known for your quick wit."
She's dead...
Coldness surrounds her and chills her bones.
How did she die?
She has no memories.
What was she doing before coming here?
No idea.
Was she happy?
Or miserable?
Or maybe afraid?
How was her life?
She has nothing.
How can she die if she has no memory of her life?
Of what she'll leave behind?
What if something left unfinished?
But the train feels calling,
familiar.
She feels like she should board.
Just let go and leave.
Just as she is about to make a decision
and take the steps needed to get in
something stops her.
Like someone was calling for her from the other end of the station.
She turns around,
and sees him.
A boy she knows,
but can't put a name on.
He's standing there looking almost desperate.
His blond hair is messed and face white,
worn,
almost beautifully broken.
And she wants to go to him,
because he feels like warmth.
Like in his arms she would be safe.
Like with him the thought of death wouldn't feel so bad.
"Please," He whispers but she hears him loud and clear, "Please come back."
She can't see from this distance,
but she remembers he has grey eyes,
like silver storm.
When she thinks of them she remembers that's the last thing she saw before the world went black,
his eyes, filled with desperation and horror.
She remembers wanting to call for him.
Maybe he's the one who needs her.
Maybe he's the reason she shouldn't board the train.
She has no name for him,
but she feels he's hers.
What if he loved her and she was going to turn her back to him and just leave?
What if her leaving would kill him too?
He looks so beautiful,
and so sad and torn.
He shouldn't look like that!
He should smile.
She has no memory of his smile,
but she desperately wants to see it.
He lifts his hand, like calling for her.
And she knows if she takes it,
he'll be safety,
he'll take her out of here.
The train behind her whistles again,
but she already knows what she's going to do.
So she walks up to him,
and takes his hand.
And he turns and leads her away from the platform,
into the light.
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Erase and Rewrite (Dramione)
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