Hermione\'s coma

Summary:
This is about what Hermione dreamed about while in her coma best to read Mudblood slave trade first…there is no proper sex scenes so if you’re reading it for that…It’s not here.
This was intended to be a one-shot but I have been hit with writers block but will get back to it soon

Hermione’s Coma


The last thing Hermione remembered was seeing Harry’s face floating over her telling her she was safe at last; she was filled with peace as she slipped unconscious.
As soon as she drifted away she opened her eyes again and sat up blinking wildly.
She had woken laying in a field of wild flower’s the sun beat down on her and there was a soft summer breeze that cooled her cheeks and rustled her hair gently.
She was not really sure what was happening but she knew she was safe here she looked down at herself and almost laughed out loud with surprise, she was dressed in a knee length red dress that showed her legs looking at her legs she found them smooth and unscratched.
Laying her head back down she sighed deeply with joy the smell of flowers soothing her.
The only noise that disturbed the silence was the rustle of leaves and birds chirping happily.
Closing her eyes she allowed the smell to seduce her and the sun to warm her face.

But then it suddenly changed, the birds had stopped singing abruptly and the sky became darker the air became still and stuffy, opening her eyes she sat back up and looked around again the scene no longer felt calming but slightly disturbing as the sky grew ashy dark she looked at the wild flowers that surrounded her ranging from wild blue to purple colours and leaned out to touch the nearest one as soon as her finger touched the petal it started to darken and wilt then as she watched they all started to darken then started to turn to ash.
The sky above her was now charcoal black and seemed to close in on her.
The ash covered the ground making it darker and darker until there was nothing but black too.
Hermione felt like she was falling into an endless abyss and covered her eyes with fear.
It stopped as soon as it had started and uncovering her eyes Hermione moaned in disbelief.
She was now back inside the cell the awful smell of blood and vomit invaded her senses.
The one thing she noticed different in the room was that there was more than one door many of them littered the wall’s in fact there was only an inch between each one.
As her panic deepened, thundering footsteps could be heard drawing close to the cell.
Hermione started to hyperventilate and she ran to one of the doors and pulled on the handle but nothing happened she tried again with many of the doors banging on them in frustration but was met with the same problem.
Now standing in the middle of the room Hermione held her breath as the footsteps stopped and she watched in horror as all the doors opened at once and many Lucius’s came in all smirking and a look that promised much pain and humiliation.
“No…no this isn’t real I’m dreaming” Hermione chanted scrunching up her eyes as all the Lucius’s crowded round her there hands outstretched as if to strangle her.
But not a finger brushed her skin and Hermione was suddenly hit with the strong smell of salt and sea weed.
Opening her eyes slowly a strong icy wind hit her face.
She found herself standing on the very edge of a cliff the sea crashing onto rocks below in a menacing way.
Rain poured from the sky soaking her skin making her hair plaster to her face lifting her head to the sky she screamed in frustration.
“What’s going on!” she screamed grabbing chucks of her sopping hair and pulling slightly.
She looked down and watched the sea swallow the rocks below once more and she was suddenly hit with the erg to jump into the dark water below and even though she didn’t really want to she found herself bending her knees to jump and diving forward she sailed down the cliff side the cold wind whipping her face.
“Maybe I can end it all” she wished inwardly.
Hermione plunged into the icy water and it pierced her skin like a thousands knifes.
Gasping for breath Hermione kicked her legs towards the surface; she popped out of the water like a cork.
Pushing her hair out of her eyes she almost sobbed with happiness as she looked upon Hogwarts School of witch craft and wizardry.
She had some how ended up in the dark lake and as she bobbed in the water it turned warm and relaxing, kicking her legs wildly she made her way to the edge of the lake and pulled herself out of the water, her red dress clung to her body and dripped water to the floor as she started to run towards the castle with all her might but no matter how fast she ran she didn’t seem to be getting any closer.
“Stop it!” she screamed as she halted and threw up her arms holding her head.
She looked upon the castle again and started to cry with anguish.
“Please stop” she sobbed breathing deeply as she shuffled forward.
Determination filled her again and started to run at full speed again this time she seemed to be making some progress and as she got closer she started laughing in relief.
She ran up the concrete steps to the great oak door and grabbed the handle, suddenly the door blew apart spinning around she gasped in surprise Death Eaters were all around her battling and she realized straight away that it was the battle from which she was taken.
She could even see Harry in the distance battering Voldemort again and she was filled with joy for a brief moment before she remembered what happened next.
Turning she saw the Death Eater that took her, run forward and start to duel with her.
She found that she had her wand in her hand and sent a spell towards him.
“You wont take me again” she shrieked and sent another well aimed spell towards him and it hit him clean in the face sending him back.
Voldemort’s scream split the air once again as he fell down dead and the Death Eaters began to scatter.
The Death Eater that took her the last time looked at her, Hermione did not take her eyes of him this time and looking disappointed he disappeared into thin air.