My Darkness :: Hermione's Revelation
Fallen into a heavy sleep, Hermione is shaken in her dreams. She had fallen asleep to a heavy book on old, Greek philosophers, mainly Plato, about the theory of darkness and how it effects humans. She started in her dreamy state and had the look of grim upon her face.
“Hello?” she asked. “Is this a dream?” She was engulfed in darkness. Pure black. Not knowing where or what she was standing on, she tried to move, but with all her senses impaired and of no use, she couldn't feel movement. She tried to remain calm and concentrate on waking up, but to no avail.
“Hello, Hermione,” said an ancient, familiar voice. “I was wondering if we could talk?” Hermione began to search frantically, but to no reception still.
“Who is this? Where are we?” she asked, sounding scared, but trying to pull her inner Gryffindor in front.
“You know who I am. Just think, and by the end of this, you will know.” She couldn't think of who it was. The voice was familiar, but where had she heard it? It was calming her just by itself.
“Alright, lets talk,” she said calmly. She wondered if she'd remember this at all when she woke up.
“That's a good girl. I wanted to talk to you about why you feel Voldemort is not gone completely, and why you feel his Death Eaters are focusing on you and your love ones. Mind sharing your thoughts?” the old voice asked.
Hermione shook slightly, wondering how he knew she thought that. “You seem to know everything else about what I think. Why not answer it yourself?”
The voice chuckled. “Same as always. If I were to say what you felt, then you wouldn't be confronted with it appropriately enough for you to believe it.”
Her mouth hung open, although not feeling it. She stirred back into her mind and thought of what was making her think those things he spoke of. “Maybe I think that, because I want a family, and that can't happen with Voldemort and all of them out there.” Her voice cracked in the end, not believing what she had just said she added, “That can't be true. I just don't think we're safe yet. No, of course, he had all the Horcuxes out there. He could still be-”
The voice interrupted her. “He is dead, Hermione. Peace should be in your mind. His Death Eaters can't touch you. They fear you.” The voice paused. “Lets have another discussion before I let you go, so you truly believe it is time to move on with your life.” He paused and Hermione could feel warmth around her. Not just the numbness and no feeling, but good, wholesome warmth. “Did you know that Death and Darkness are very much similar things?”
Hermione was perplexed on the sudden change. “Um- Yes, I guess. Why?” she asked.
“Death is just the absence of Life. If you do not fear Death, then you will not beg for your Life.” The voice paused, inducing Hermione into a thinking of her book she had left back in her conscious state. “Darkness is just the absence of Light. If you do not fear Darkness, then you will not beg for Light. Do you understand?”
“Barely. What does that have to do with moving on with my life?” she asked.
“I hoped you would ask yourself that, but I guess you kind of are. The Darkness in this place is your fear of yourself, or the ones close to you, dying or not living to the fullest. If you can just imagine what you would do if you weren't out catching his followers, then it would leave.”
Hermione was wondering how to get rid of the darkness since she had arrived. “Just... Picture it?”
The voice gave off the warmth again. “Yes. Just imagine it, and then, believe it.”
She wouldn't allow herself that happiness. Not when her friends needed her to help them. “I can't. I don't want to stop stopping them. My friends need me. They all need me,” she said whimpering for another solution.
Sadness engulfed the room. “You can. And you will, or what you fear the most will come and get you. You must surpass this hump in your life and continue. You know you want to stop them, but also want peace and joy of itself. Yes?”
“But... My Darkness?” She had started thinking about it, but to no progress.
“Believe. If you fear the Darkness, then it has you. If you take it in as a friend, then it will flee from you. Darkness only wants you, not to be with you.”
The darkness cleared, and a brilliant, pure white light surrounded Hermione and the bearer of the voice.
“Thank You, Professor Dumbledore,” Hermione said.
“You are welcome. Now, go tell Ron to stop holding his feelings in again and get on with asking you to marry him,” Dumbledore said grinning.
Hermione laughed. “Bye, Professor.”
“Bye, Miss Granger.”
Last edited by BigTiggaPwnz; April 9th, 2008 at 8:15 am.
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