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...
There was no sign of Tom or Dumbledore for a month, the students at Hogwarts though shaken up were back to their normal routine. Fortunately nothing was severely damaged and there wasn't many deaths from the attack. Although there was a huge amount of students that had left Hogwarts, their parents worried that they would be attacked again. So here Hermione was sitting down on the armchair nearest to the blazing fire in the girls dorm.
She did not want to go back to the one Tom and herself shared because it brought up to many painful memories. When she had apparated back to Hogwarts bruised and emotionally hurt, Alastair had been there to comfort her. Since then he'd never left her side, he even sometimes would sleep on the couch of the Gryffindor common room just in case she had her usual nightmare.
Nightmares
They were on going appearing to always happen in the late hours of the night. She would always wake up screaming, kicking then crying once Alastair ran in. Hermione was one of the only female students at Hogwarts who stay beside two other girl, Lelia Foghorn and Ofelia Langro. They always were immediately at her side as well when she had her nightmares, but would be shooed away once Alastair arrived.
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It was dark...and cold, I stood in the deserted hall of Grindelwald's mansion. A shadow stood a few feet away from me with an aura of darkness cloaking him like a sheet. His glowing red eyes were the only visible facial feature I could see, everything else was cloaked by the night black cloak he was wearing. I felt connected yet terrified of the shadow in front of me and somehow I had known he was male. Something white suddenly glinted, he lifted his arm up and that's when I noticed that it was the yew wand...Toms wand.
"Hermione!" Alastair yelled, making Hermione jump up from the arm chair. "You zoned off, are you well?" He asked looking worried, he didn't know what to do anymore when she cried out for him in the middle of the night, all he was to her was a comfort...but maybe he was fine with that for now.
