-Hermione-
The water was hot as it ran down my skin. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the burning water on my back. I had taken Ron´s radio with me to shut off my voice and for now it had worked pretty well. However I wasn´t listening to the horrifying news of missing people, no, I decided to listen to something familiar. I had searched for a muggle frequency, to hear familiar songs of my muggle life. Parachute by Cheryl Cole and several songs by Jason Walker had done their job pretty well as they, together with the pattering water blended out any sound from outside, just as every attempt of my voice to fill my head. I just had silence for once. Another song started playing and I recognized it at once, I adored this song.
Call all your friends and tell them you're never coming back. ´Cause this is the end, pretend that you want it, don't react.
Silently I hummed along the melody, turning around in the shower and let the water platter down my face. I closed my eyes for a while.
I would have died, I would have loved you all my life.
My thoughts drifted off to before, when I had obviously fallen asleep. I couldn´t explain why but I had silence back then. My voice was gone, that was the reason I fell asleep so easily. The only question was: Why had it been gone for so long despite the black magic around my neck? A sudden pain in my left arm tore me away from those thoughts and I quickly pulled it out of the hot water. Pay more attention, Hermione, I ordered myself mentally.
You´re losing your memory - now.
I caught the last line of the refrain, sending shivers down my spine. I had always loved this song, but it never had any deeper meaning to me. I noticed how things had changed, how this oh so daily song suddenly ruled my life.
“Mum- Dad”, I breathed and at once the hot water on my face mixed with tears.
Crying I stood there, letting the burning water run down my skin, not even caring about the pain in my left arm. I hadn´t thought about this in a long time now, there was just so much distraction lately…I wondered how they were, if they were happy, if they ever got suspicious when friends asked about their daughter and they gave a little laugh, answering they didn´t have a daughter…Obliviate, the whisper sounded in my head. I would never forget its sound. Never would I forget how my parents froze in their movements, how I had to watch my image disappear from every single photograph in our house and how I had to leave the house, I had once called home, to know them save…Never.
Wake up, it's time, little girl, wake up. All the best of what we've done is yet to come.
-Draco-
Wake up, it's time; little girl, wake up. Just remember who I am in the morning.
I sat on my bed, listening to the melody that filled up the entire tent. Granger hadn´t even noticed me sitting here when she had walked in, grabbing her weird little bag. I didn´t mind either, I didn´t want to talk to her anyway. Nor to anyone. I snorted at the thought of talking to Potthead or even Weasel, it was just too ridiculous.
You´re losing your memory now, you´re losing your memory now.
I didn´t know this song, Potter or Granger, one of them must have turned on the muggle stuff again. No wizard in his right mind would write such lyrics, now really. And though I swallowed hardly at the sound of them. I wondered how my parents were, better said my mother, I didn´t give a crap about my fucking so called father. But my mother…Was she alive?
You´re losing your memory-
The song ended eventually and I heard a loud crack as the frequency was obviously changed.
