Rediscovering Reality

Wait,Stop!

Hermione's POV

Great job Granger.
You can't even say that anymore.
You're right. What am I going to do now?
Figure it out.
How I have no plan. Just like me leaving-

Running to the door I threw it open and took of running down the gravel drive way.

Dean and Seamus. You left them... they have no idea where you are.
I just need to get out of here.

Taking a sharp turn left I headed to the woods to the left of the house.

I don't know where I'm going... but I know one thing-

I know I can't stay here.

I heard the ground beneath my feet.

I felt twigs snap and heard the wind blow.

It was odd, for the past few months all I felt was numb.

I had a mission a goal.

Find my parents.

But the thing is.

Yesterday I found out my parents are dead.
I was lost.
I was upset.
I was alone.

But I wasn't really emotional. It was like a small part of me knew it was a possibility. It made it a little more bearable. I was sad. But I composed myself like I always did.

Locked myself away.

Buy suddenly I had a knew world thrown at me.

Something that I wasn't even sure was real.
But, it was the realist evidence I had had in a while.

So, for the first time in a very long time, I was scared.

I was terrified.

I always knew what to do.
I go to school-i do my work.
I get school work- I get an A on it, no matter what it takes.
Find yourself in the middle of a war-fight and win.
Lose your parents-find them.
My parents died- I grieved.

I didn't know what to do now.
I didn't know where to go.
Harry and Ron hadn't talked to me in months.
God knows where Ginny and Luna are.

Tears blurred my vision.

I looked at the ground focusing on my breathing.

Suddenly I ran into something-

Someone
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I stumbled backward but regained my balance before I could fall.

Quickly whipping the tears from my eyes I turned to see who would be standing in the middle of the forest.

Before me stood a tall lean figure with a look of surprise on his face.

He began to stammer.
"Hermione...you, we tried...we looked for- ."

I took off running.

"Wait,Stop!" He yelled

I don't even know where.

I just went.
The footsteps behind me filled me with determination to get far away.

I had choppy uneven breaths.

Tears began to cloud my vision... I tried to while them away but they continued to stream down my face.

The footsteps behind me slowed and faded.

I pushed myself harder, I had to get away.

You're just a scared little girl.
I'm scared but I'm not little.
You have to face your problems.
I'm not running away from them.
Really, what do you call this.
Fresh air?
Your not convincing and you're arguing with yourself.