SERENDIPITY | harmione

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

• when you said your last goodbye, i died a little bit inside •

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Hermione awoke with a jump, her eyes flashing open as she jolted up; hoping that it was all a bad dream. However, when she turned to look beside her, she knew something was wrong; He never returned.

The brunette hopped up, tugging the blankets off her body as she searched around for Harry. Her brown eyes landed on her surroundings; but alas, all she could were trees. Goodness, she thought, what if he was hurt? Worse; what if he was in serious danger?

A frown appeared on her soft pink lips as she grabbed her wand, ignoring the sharp, and painful imprints it left on her palm. Slowly, Hermione walked through the forest, hearing only the crunching of the leaves beneath her as she stepped. Her senses were alert; almost as if she was expecting something to jump out, and overtake her- which to be honest, she was.

As her movements came to a sudden stop, she heard a twig snap in the distance, causing her hands to tightly clench. She whipped around, her curly hair slapping her face in the process. Swatting the hair away from her eyes, Hermione's breath shortened, as she quickly became stressed. Come on, Harry! She thought, shaking her hands slightly, as she continued looking around the campsite.

However, Hermione didn't get far, when she heard another set of footsteps; this time louder than the last. She gulped. The brunette raised her wand, defensively holding it as she eyed the trees. The wind, almost like it was teasing her, blew through the trees, rustling the leaves softly. Hermione backed away gingerly, in hopes that what was there hadn't spotted her yet. She was, nevertheless, completely misled.

Before Hermione could react, she felt a shooting pain on the top of her head, causing her to topple over. With a loud THUMP, she came in contact with the ground. Despite being in utter shock and pain, Hermione was surprisingly aware of her surroundings. She gazed up at the dark figure, that was now hovering over her, in terror. They had made it so far...

Her surroundings soon became hazy, swiftly losing their once life-like, and vivid colors, as everything faded into a deep black.

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Harry sharply awoke, sweat coating every inch of his body; it had happened yet again. As he sat up, he realized the tight chains that were tied around his limbs, preventing him from standing. Harry's mind began to wander to Hermione, wishing he knew where she was. He had to protect her; no matter the outcome.

At that moment, a blood-curling scream echoed from directly above him; one that Harry recognized too well. He cursed, kicking his feet in a weak attempt of breaking free. However, much to Harry's disappointment, the chains gradually grew tighter, as Hermione's screams grew louder. He gulped; the sound went through him like physical pain.

Harry winced, pulling his wrist through the chains, leaving large scraps and wounds on his hand. Despite the discomfort of his hand, the raven-haired boy couldn't seem to care about his own issues, for all he seemed to worry about was Hermione.

Following his previous actions, Harry yanked his other arm free, flinching as he felt the rusty metal roughly collide with his flesh. You're doing this for Hermione, he thought, finding the strength to continue. His gaze fell to his feet, as he noticed the large straps that were wrapped around his shoes. Sighing, Harry pulled his trainers off, easily removing his feet from the chains.

Tugging his shoes back on, the green-eyed boy stood up, scanning the room for his wand. A small slime tugged at the corner of his lips, as he saw it in the corner of the room, resting softly against the stone floor. Harry rapidly grabbed it, jogging over to the vast basement door.

"Alohomora-" he whispered, watching as the lock snapped open. Silently, Harry crept up the stairs, frowning when he realized they were back in the Malfoy Manor; Voldemort was here.

His eyes instantly fastened on the curly-headed girl that lay sprawled out on the floor, numb. Faint tears trickled from the corner of her soft brown eyes, that had become clouded over. What had they done to her? He continued scanning over her body, coming to a stop when his eyes reached her arm. There written in blood were the words DEATH EATER.

He gulped, wishing to erase the image from his mind. The room itself was empty, so without thinking he darted over towards Hermione, wrapping her in his embrace. She stirred, scrunching her face up into an expression that resembled excruciating pain. Upon seeing her in this state, Harry began to sob, clutching tightly onto her body.

"M-Mione, I-I promise, I'll get y-you out o-of here-" Harry cried, holding her close to him. The brunette clung onto him, feeling protection in his arms.

"H-Harry..." She hiccuped, pulling herself closer to him, as she turned away from her arm, haunted by the memory.

Harry searched the room, desperately looking for the nearest exit; they couldn't face Voldemort, not right now. However, his plan completely backfired as there was a flash of bright white, blinding them for a second before everything faded to black.

"after all, time was a game, and they were just simply two struggling opponents..."