The Hidden Destruction.

Silent screams

Areej moved toward the door and Hermione was forced to follow without a choice. She walked in a small corridor, the wood of the floor was rotten and made strange voices and vibration when someone stepped. The walls were covered in empty frames, portraits must've moved to some better place, but if this was the Ministry of Magic department, could there be better places than this? Was it the best they could get? Why? Why couldn't they make better? Why were they poor, was it because they were so busy killing the world that they forgot about their own world?The strange voices became louder and louder but she still didn't recognize them. They moved to a hall that was filled with men, women and children. But why children? There must've been at least 200 people in there, sitting on floor. Some had bags and cases and others were there with either kids or blankets. Everyone became quite when they saw them enter the hall, there were no smiles on their faces, no expressions, nothing that showed they had lives, no sign of hope or happiness. Nothing. But why were they there? Why weren't they in their houses with their families? A young man came running to Areej and asked her something in Arabic. She replied and he went through a door. Everyone was looking at her as though waiting for her to say something. She reached a platform and Hermione followed. Now she could see every single face more clearly. The beautiful faces of kids were flat and tough, the faces that could never make fun of anyone or prank anyone, the faces that had never tasted the flavor of childhood or love, that had her never sensed the scent of hope or fun. Areej took her wand out and muttered a spell and then spoke in Arabic. Every word she spoke, wiped the already-dead-hope off the people's faces. Hermione was so confused by everything that happened since she used Floo powder. Why was this place so disturbed? Why were these people so hopeless and what were they doing here? What had happened to Syria? Was this country responsible for the terror in whole world? Were these people destroying the peace of world, whos' own peace seemed to be dead?

Areej took her out of the hall into another corridor, this time it was better than the last one. The corridor was filled with pictures of injured men, woman and kids. They were all crying, screaming with ache, begging for help. A little girl in one frame screamed so loudly, her voice was filled with terror, fear and hopelessness. It felt as though the voice had tore the skin of Hermione's chest, crashed the bones of her ribs and smashed right in her heart making it beat faster than ever, increasing the speed of the blood in her whole body which was now running from her head to feet and then to head again not knowing what to do or how to stop the voice from attacking the heart. Weren't they listening to these voices? Were they deaf? How could such pitiful voices not affect them? Every stepped Hermione had taken out of fireplace, she had seen a part of world she never knew existed. She had discovered the reality, she believed to be fantasy all that time. What else would she get to know? The dark side or the bright one? Would she discover flowers or spines?

They were out in a ground. In a street. That had turned into a ground, somehow. The rocks, bricks and cement was lying all over the place. Hermione couldn't stand what her eyes were forced to see. The buildings, that once must've been proud of their state and structure, were lying on the ground, showing the death of 'mercy'. The trees that could've done a fantastic job adding a bit life to the place were fallen, not sure whether describing the gravity of Earth or the cruel hearts of humans. And the ground that was filled with blood and flesh was doing a really poor job covering itself with soil.She could see the camps and barely-living humans staring at the sky as though waiting for an angel to come and save them or maybe waiting for God himself.

They crossed the dusty road, Hermione behind Areej. She stopped at the corner of road and waited for Hermione to come. 

"Wand should be in yaur hand, mrs Granger. We need defence now". 

At this she took out her own wand and Hermione copied, still confused about why they needed defence. She held Hermione's hand and they apparated.