The Heart wants... what the soul has...

"Do you trust me...?"

While Hermione was standing between dead people... injured people... people who were happy to be back together with their friends and families; she felt something. Something different than her own happiness, that everything was just finally over... pain... and sadness. It was not her own pain and sadness... it was deeper... she turned around but the only other people she could see were members of the order and teachers. Everyone was helping wherever they could, but to the Question, if she would be alright from someone she didn't really realized, she hadn't had an answer. She couldn't answer, because she tried to focus on that feeling deep down inside of her... and finally an idea crossed her mind. Perhaps she should follow that feeling... and after looking around, if anyone of her friends would need help, she left the great hall and felt a pulling. Something was pulling her, so she let herself be pulled forward. She walked downstairs, and along a corridor until she reached a wall, that was only half open... her curiosity and the feeling won without giving her the chance to overthink it. She entered the Slytherin Common room, looked around and continued her way until she was standing in the door of one of the dormitories. The feeling had turned into pure heat, and something really hot and cold at the same time, was touching her soul. She gasped quietly, pressed her hand on her diaphragm and looked at the woman who was sitting on a bed. Underneath the bed she could see a trunk with the letters:

"D.L.M." 

and the woman was holding a green tie in her hands... she wasn't crying... she was just staring out of space.

Hermione didn't dare to say anything... that feeling... like a strange touch in her soul got stronger. Well... to be honest it wasn't that strange... it wasn't even close to strange, because she knew that feeling. She had felt it before... so with no more hesitating she approached the woman and sat down on the other bed... their eyes met for a mere second, and it was as something was gripping very tight at her soul, when memories came back up in her mind... memories of a specific day...

꧁꧂

The Cruciatus curse hit her, and after trying her best to resist... to fight against the pain, she sank on the floor... the second curse hit her, and she screamed in pain. Bellatrix stepped over her, pointed her wand at her, and she saw an other wand in the corner of her eyes, before she could hear Narcissa saying: ,,Bella, stop." out of sudden, and to her own surprise... well, basically to everyone's surprise.

,,Excuse me?!" Bella looked at her sister, asking: ,,Cissy... please don't tell me, you are trying to protect that little... scum."

,,I didn't say anything like that, Bella. I'm just saying, that it is obvious that your methods don't work."

,,You're saying?!"

,,Let me talk to her."

,,What?! Do you think I can't handle a little piece of filthy mudblood?!" Bella asked and the moment she pointed her wand back at Hermione, Narcissa grabbed Bella's wrist and hissed: ,,You kill her, and you know as well as I do that it won't do us any good at all. You want answers? Let someone try, who can handle 17 years olds a bit better." Bellatrix looked back and forth between her sister and Hermione, and finally nodded: ,,Fine. You have ten minutes."

,,You do not give orders in my house, Lestrange!" Lucius said loud, and Narcissa levitated Hermione's body up in the air without a single word and left the parlor, whispering in Lucius' direction: ,,And I can speak for myself."

While Hermione was floating in midair, she caught Narcissa's gaze, and realized something... the woman was... shivering?! No, that can't be... why should she...?