Hermione POV.

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I can't believe she didn't tell me from the start! She lead me on and seduced me, only to reveal that she is my biggest enemy and that I should hate her. My friends will never forgive me for this. My head is thundering as I slam the door shut behind me in anger. Big snowflakes have started swirling down on the already snow covered ground. I wrap my arms tightly around me in the freezing air while I regret not putting on a jacket. The Inn looks annoyingly welcoming behind me, but I brush it off. I can't go back there, not after what she just told me.

I squint to avoid getting snowflakes in my eyes as I trot through the white layer of snow. I turn to look at the door one last time, remembering Bellatrix, when it happens. My slurred mind doesn't react fast enough, and I slip on the ice covered ground. My landing is hard and not completely quiet either. On the way down I reach out for a misplaced flower stand trying to balance myself, but instead I end up dragging it all down with me. The five flower pots on the stand smash into pieces, and I follow right behind. My head crashes into the hard ice and I lose my consciousness to the hit and the firewhiskies in my blood. After that, everything goes blank and I just lay there in the snow, all the blackness shrouding my vision.

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