Desperation.
That's all he can feel.
It's a familiar feeling,
but never before was he so utterly useless in his desperation.
Before,
it meant he had only one option.
Now it meant he had none.
She was gone.
Whatever he'd do,
she'd still be gone.
There was no one to blame.
No one to demand to give her back.
No deal to make.
No amount of screaming,
or begging,
or praying,
will bring her back.
He thought he lost her when she was dead,
but losing her like this, this was worse.
Because this was his fault!
This was him making her suffer.
There must be something,
anything he can do to try to find her!?
Some way of locating where she has disappeared!
Even Dipsy can't find her at random.
He knows the members of the order use their Patronuses to communicate,
but Death Eaters can't produce one.
He has done it successfully once,
but it was nowhere near strong enough to communicate with anyone
Could it still find her...?
If she even is here in this same forest.
Could it find her if she's dead?
A Death Eater can't produce a Patronus.
He looks at his mark in the pale light of his wand.
A verdict,
he had told her.
The past,
she had answered.
He'd thought that one never stopped being a Death Eater,
but the way she had said it almost made him believe.
He looks at his wand,
if this was the way to get to her he would never forgive himself for not trying.
The happiest memory...
Her in his arms,
sleeping soundly,
legs tangled with his,
smiling softly in her sleep.
Her waking up,
sunshine in her hair and smiling up at him,
telling him good morning.
Her alive.
The sweet illusion that she could be his.
The silver ferret that glides out of his wand is not just a puff of silver smoke.
It's strong and shining, bouncing around him like expecting a mission.
A death eater can't produce a Patronus.
But there it is now.
He made it.
The past,
she'd said,
and the future is for us to decide.
"Go find Hermione!"
The silvery thing circles him once more and then disappears in between the trees to the darkness.
Please find her.
He stares after it,
even when there's nothing to look for anymore.
.
.
.
She feels the cold,
like the temperature suddenly dropped from spring to midwinter.
But it freezes unlike any winter she remembers.
Like creeping up to her from the inside.
She feels faint,
hollow,
and cold.
Like she could never be happy again.
Suddenly she's certain he's dead and she will never get out of here!
She'll stay lost in this darkness forever.
With dark creatures lurking in the shadows.
Memories that were not there a moment before the flood to her mind.
Her walking away from her parent's house with a heart heavy as a stone.
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Erase and Rewrite (Dramione)
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