Desperation is a state of despair, one that results in rash and extreme behaviour. It is what we resort to in the most precarious times in our lives.
It is the year 1998 Hogwarts had fallen. Under Dumbledore's order, Hermione Granger returns back...
Hermione ran to the astronomy tower as fast as she could, the place always felt home to her for some reason. It was the place that Dumbledore had told her about how if all would fail, she would have to go back in time to end Tom Riddle. Before she would have said that she would end Tom Riddle at no cost but now she now new she wouldn't be able to do so, she let her guard down near him and she fell for him for all his tricks.
Hermione sighed and leaned against the balcony, a single tear slid down her cheek. She wanted to go home, she wanted to see Harry again, she wanted everything to be normal and especially she wanted to see Ron again. She had a terrible dream about Ron last night that left her more scarred then she already was.
Ron entwined there hands together as they laid down in the moist Spring grass. The scent travelled through Hermione's nose making her feel more calm and at peace.
"Have you ever wondered how everything would be if Voldemort didn't exist?" Ron asked turning his head to Hermione.
"The same of course I don't think anything would change between all of us, we'd all still be best friends and you'd still be my boyfriend Ronald." Hermione replied smiling slightly at the redhead.
"I guess so." Ron replied, before leaning in closer they were we a mere breath away when he spoke again. "Mione why..." He whispered.
Hermione snapped her eyes open to see Ron's face twisted into a scowl. "What?"
"Why did you fall in love with him, you don't love me anymore?" Ron asked.
"No! No Ron I love you! How could you say that." Hermione panicked as Ron stood up and began walking away. "Ron! Ron!!" She screamed but everything blacked out and an eerie laugh rang throughout her head.
Hermione snapped out of her day dream when she sensed someone's presence behind herself.
"What are you doing up here?" A deep voice called from behind her. Hermione quickly wiped at her eyes and glared at the intruder. He was a tall, lithe, pale dark-haired boy, with slightly angular face.
"I like the view." Hermione replied turning back around and resuming her position. "It helps me think."
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Hermione could hear as the strange boy took steps towards her before their elbows were brushing, there was a calm aura surrounding him that instantly made her feel relaxed. "I often come up here as well, it's beautiful is it not?" He asked staring out at the forbidden forest. Hermione nodded. "I've always wanted to explore the forest, imagine all the creatures you'd find in there, quite fascinating really."
