COLD COMFORT - The woman who spies

01 - Reality of Hermione Grindelwald

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Chapter One

Reality

"Reality is always the most sore when it's upon us."

Hermione nailed her eyes to the female body cocooned in the fetal pose in front of her while self-affirming the walls of her oclumence. His current sacrifice was over, but he did not give up on the desperate - and hopeless - struggle against him. Something weak, admiration began to blossom in her, which she immediately banished to the protected part of her mind.

If just for a minute, if she forgets, who she really is for a second and makes such a stupid mistake like that she starts sympathizing with them, it could mean the end of for her.

Grindelwald doesn't tolerate betrayal, especially one that says a stark contrast to his goals. She slipped her wand into her hand as she began to pray to herself that she would speak as soon as possible. However, the chances of this were as slim as that she would ever be released from here - alive.

She swishes loosely with her hands, and a wailing voice was heard.

"You'd better start singing. You don't want me to give it to him, do you?" protest whigging was the answer.

"Of course not" was a slashing curse tearing at the other's skin. "Why don't we make it easy for both of us and tell me what I want to know instead of wasting my time?"

The other didn't answer. Maybe she couldn't. She quickly cast a diagnostic spell to see how much time hse had left. The result was disheartening, and she began to grind by faint despair; if you set up without a proper result, his sentence will not be left behind. And hers won't be nearly as "gentle" as her prey.

"If not, it's not. You don't have to say anything. It's not violence. Of course, if you don't want to play with your family's life, maybe you should, but... Anyway. But since I'm so nice, I'm willing to offer you another opportunity" she said, as a side-by-side slasher over her shoulder.

When the curse reached her body, a desperate moan broke out of hers, but she gave no other sign of his pain. She couldn't give it to me.

Hermione, as she wondered if she would survive the night, turned against the unfortunate mother. Even when she was about to die, she lays with her hands clenching in front of her stomach, and Hermione felt sorry for her for an infinitely long second. She felt sorry for the mother and her unborn child. But as soon as it came, she buried the feeling of pity; now was not the time to be weak.

Defiance rose in her soul, defiance to turn against her father to turn against the world. She knew, however, that it was dangerous.

It was a crazy game that she fought every time it was her turn to kill. And as always, she fought off her ren against herself, and although bile rose up to her throat, she raised her wand to the defeated mother once more.

"Adava Kedavra!"

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Thirty seconds. That's all the time she's got left to spoon herself off the ground to face Grindelwald. While lying on the ground, Hermione wondered how long she had been exposed to Cruciatus this time, and what consequences would be on her body. Her body was completely stiffened, and the constant aching of her muscles reminded her that she was still conscious. Her mouth was still open from the screams of the former, her clothes were in pieces from many curses, and her skin was bleeding from countless wounds. Still, she knew that if she didn't have to pick it up now, she wouldn't have the chance anymore. She's not getting it. She, Hermione Grindelwald can't look weak. And not in front of her father's followers.