Game Time: Friday mid morning
Returning to her room after doing what was required of her Hermione picked up her journal that sat on her bedside table and walked over to the desk. She sat and opened the journal to the next empty page and picked up her quill and began to write. She needed to do something to get these feelings out of her, before they consumed her.
The last week has been an utter nightmare, made from things one should only ever find in muggle horror books or films and not the fabric of our real lives. When Harry and Ron were taken I really felt as if my world had been turned upside down. Part of me tried to believe they would come back while another part tried to prepare myself for the worst. The positive thought did not out weigh the negative, I just found myself wishing I could have gone in there place. I would have willingly to have spared them the physical and mental pain they both must have faced.
Harry will not talk to us about what happened to him while he was in the clutches of Voldermort. I take this to be a very bad sign, for when he told us last evening that he was fine both Ron and I knew he wasn’t. When Harry clams up like that it is because he is in great pain and does not wish to burden others with it, even those of us closest to him. I only hope he feels we are worthy to tell his story too in time, when he has faced what ever demons he has been left with.
Ron sat us down last evening and told us what had happened to him. I had already known he had been hurt by his own brother. Percy…someone we all thought was dead but whom turned out to be very much alive and awaiting his next move. How I didn’t vomit when Ron told us that Percy had beaten, tortured, broke and raped him I honestly couldn’t tell you. My legs turned to jelly and my chest tightened so much I wasn’t sure I could breathe. How could he do that depraved and sick act to his own brother…his OWN brother? I can not know for sure but I feel that the rape will have had a greater effect on Ron than anything else the sadistic bastard did to him. How can it not have, as such an act is foul when done by anyone, but add weight to it being your own brother? That is another taboo all of its own. My heart broke for him and I felt feelings within myself for him that I had not felt before. I can not say what they are as I do not know myself yet. I do know one thing though and that is I will do everything in my power to help him recover. I am here for him day and night for whatever he needs, he only has to ask me and if I can I shall give it to him.
I have to help them both heal.
Last night we had such a wonderful time alone together, just the three of us the way we did when we were younger and before Voldermort returned to cause havoc in our lives. I had hoped that was the start of the next chapter, never did I think it would be yet another calm before the storm. If that is even the right phrase to use.
This morning at breakfast the whole school learned that Professor McGonagal had been murdered by that parasite whom was once a human being like you and me. I knew she had traded herself for the return of all those taken bar Harry, dear George having told me himself just the other evening. Now what shall we do with both she and Dumbeldore dead? I feel numb with shock and grief at the loss of our Head of House. But I know that is for moments alone for we still have a battle to plan and win.
Who shall be head of the Order and what shall be there next move? I know one thing for certain and that is I want to be a part of it. I am 18 and an adult and I don’t want everyone trying to protect me any more. I plan to be the one to make Percy pay for what he did to Ron. When I have finished with him he will wish he had never been born. He didn’t disserve the loving family he had just as he does not disserve any pity or compassion after what he has done. Yes, I make you this silent promise Percy…you are going to pay…and I am going to be the one to make you pay.
Hermione closed the journal to the feel of Crookshanks nudging around her ankles. She bent down and picked him up and gave him a cuddle. Making sure he had food and water she then left the lonely room in the hope of finding some company. Harry would withdraw into himself as always and Ron was still in the infirmary. And in all truth she didn’t want to be the one to break the latest horror to him. She needed someone else to talk to, someone to take her mind off this waking nightmare. Where was Ron’s kind brother when you needed him? She sighed to herself feeling silly for craving someone, anyone right now. Absentmindedly she placed her hand on her concealed wand…just in case.
Never mind…there had to be someone else within these walls.
The last week has been an utter nightmare, made from things one should only ever find in muggle horror books or films and not the fabric of our real lives. When Harry and Ron were taken I really felt as if my world had been turned upside down. Part of me tried to believe they would come back while another part tried to prepare myself for the worst. The positive thought did not out weigh the negative, I just found myself wishing I could have gone in there place. I would have willingly to have spared them the physical and mental pain they both must have faced.
Harry will not talk to us about what happened to him while he was in the clutches of Voldermort. I take this to be a very bad sign, for when he told us last evening that he was fine both Ron and I knew he wasn’t. When Harry clams up like that it is because he is in great pain and does not wish to burden others with it, even those of us closest to him. I only hope he feels we are worthy to tell his story too in time, when he has faced what ever demons he has been left with.
Ron sat us down last evening and told us what had happened to him. I had already known he had been hurt by his own brother. Percy…someone we all thought was dead but whom turned out to be very much alive and awaiting his next move. How I didn’t vomit when Ron told us that Percy had beaten, tortured, broke and raped him I honestly couldn’t tell you. My legs turned to jelly and my chest tightened so much I wasn’t sure I could breathe. How could he do that depraved and sick act to his own brother…his OWN brother? I can not know for sure but I feel that the rape will have had a greater effect on Ron than anything else the sadistic bastard did to him. How can it not have, as such an act is foul when done by anyone, but add weight to it being your own brother? That is another taboo all of its own. My heart broke for him and I felt feelings within myself for him that I had not felt before. I can not say what they are as I do not know myself yet. I do know one thing though and that is I will do everything in my power to help him recover. I am here for him day and night for whatever he needs, he only has to ask me and if I can I shall give it to him.
I have to help them both heal.
Last night we had such a wonderful time alone together, just the three of us the way we did when we were younger and before Voldermort returned to cause havoc in our lives. I had hoped that was the start of the next chapter, never did I think it would be yet another calm before the storm. If that is even the right phrase to use.
This morning at breakfast the whole school learned that Professor McGonagal had been murdered by that parasite whom was once a human being like you and me. I knew she had traded herself for the return of all those taken bar Harry, dear George having told me himself just the other evening. Now what shall we do with both she and Dumbeldore dead? I feel numb with shock and grief at the loss of our Head of House. But I know that is for moments alone for we still have a battle to plan and win.
Who shall be head of the Order and what shall be there next move? I know one thing for certain and that is I want to be a part of it. I am 18 and an adult and I don’t want everyone trying to protect me any more. I plan to be the one to make Percy pay for what he did to Ron. When I have finished with him he will wish he had never been born. He didn’t disserve the loving family he had just as he does not disserve any pity or compassion after what he has done. Yes, I make you this silent promise Percy…you are going to pay…and I am going to be the one to make you pay.
Hermione closed the journal to the feel of Crookshanks nudging around her ankles. She bent down and picked him up and gave him a cuddle. Making sure he had food and water she then left the lonely room in the hope of finding some company. Harry would withdraw into himself as always and Ron was still in the infirmary. And in all truth she didn’t want to be the one to break the latest horror to him. She needed someone else to talk to, someone to take her mind off this waking nightmare. Where was Ron’s kind brother when you needed him? She sighed to herself feeling silly for craving someone, anyone right now. Absentmindedly she placed her hand on her concealed wand…just in case.
Never mind…there had to be someone else within these walls.