The End Is The Beginning Is The End

She was shivering.

 She was cold, so cold.  To her left, to her right, all around her was nothing but snow as far as the eye could see. 

‘S-should of br-brought my p-p-pa-rrka,’ she whispered to herself. 

She lowered blue hands to the all white night gown she wore.  It was pretty—light linen—the kind of thing a girl wore on a hot summer day.  It put to mind tall glasses of lemonade and lounging on the front porch with a good back.

She had no shoes.  She had nothing.

Wake up… 

The wind blew, but she kept walking.  Wear was she going?

‘H-how d-did I ge-get here?’ She managed to stammer, pausing to steel herself against a gust of wind so strong she nearly fell over.  The snow hit her like little bullets and not for the first time she considered giving up and letting herself sleep.

She was so tired…

She tried to remember.

But nothing.  Not even a name.

And yet there was something important, something she should remember but no matter how hard she tried she just couldn’t.

Bitch.

She whipped her head around. 

‘M-must be the w-winnd…’

Maybe if she kept going she would come across something.  Or someone.

Minutes…hours...she couldn’t be sure but time passed and the pain only worsened.  And she could hardly move forward.  The storm was picking up.

Wake up you bitch!

Suddenly she became aware of something warm running down her legs.

She glanced down and stared stupidly. 

There was a bright red stain quickly spreading across her dress, the color standing out vividly against all the white.  It was so bright her eyes it almost hurt to look at it.

She picked up her dress, and saw that it was coming from her vagina.  She was bleeding…but why?

She heard a soft crying.  Like a baby.  Low at first, but as the seconds passed it grew louder and louder until she could no longer bear it.  She slapped her hands over her ears but still it went on and on. 

She fell to her knees and began to whimper, ‘Please…no more…I’m sorry…’

Hermione wanted it die.  She couldn't stand it.  Not anymore.

Then suddenly silence. 

No sound.

No wind, no nothing.

She turned and blinked.  She saw someone with short black hair and green eyes in the distance. 

And other faces.  Red hair...

So familiar.

Hermione opened her mouth to call out to them, but there was no sound.  Nothing came out.

Wake up.

She tried to catch up to the people.  She knew them.  She wanted to be with them.  Oh if only she could remember their names, they would stop and wait for her.

But the more she ran, the farther away they became, until they were just litle dots on the horizon...and then gone.

Exhausted, she fell to her knees.

WAKE UP!