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Heart v.s. Brain. by Lara

Format: Novella
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 700
Status: WIP

Rating: 12+
Warnings: Mild violence, Spoilers

Genres: Crossover, Romance, Action/Adventure
Characters: Hermione

First Published: 05/27/2014
Last Chapter: 05/28/2014
Last Updated: 05/28/2014

 Hermione is grief stricken after the war. She needs to rest. She needs to get away. She ventures the forbidden forest and finds her self in an entirely different dimension.

Legolas/Hermione. Anti-Mary-Sue. Dense writing. Rated T for violence, may get higher as hte chapters go along. 


Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Let the Rain wash away, all the pain of yesterday.
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Hermione looked around her, her eyes scanning the horribly damaged Hogwarts. Bodies everywhere, remaints of parts of the castle lay around.  Hermione stiffled a sob. She needed to find Ronald and Harry. Her two best friends. She bit her lip, deciding against that, she winced when her teeth hit a tender area.

Releasing her lip, Hermione walked through the grounds, occasionally stepping on a puddle of blood, Hermione wondered if the Four-Poster bed in the Gryffindor common room invited her as eagerly as when she first came to Hogwarts. If it is still there. 

Hermione found her feet walking her to the forbidden forest, she just let her feet carry her away. Hermione wanted some time alone, a moment she can have without the support of someone, a moment to think.

Hermione was seriously deciding against that. Hagrid had once told her that one cannot venture to far into the forest. The Forbidden forest is linked to many different parts of the world and said-Universe. 

Hagrid himself never went over a hundred miles into the forest. The Centuars(who are very wise) warned him not to before they had disagreements. But Hermione knew that she couldn't go past a hundred miles and back, she wouldn't make it. She was only able to run eight hundred meters more than eight miles alone. But a hundred miles seemed quiet extensive. 

Assured that nothing could add to her Post-Traumatic Stress she is dealing with, she walked to the borders of the forest.

Hermione replayed the scenes in her mind. When she erased the memories of her parents, when Ronald left both Harry and her stranded half-way through the Horcrux hunt. When Bellatrix Lestrange dragged the same knife that killed Dobby the House-elf across her vulnerable, white forearm flesh. Drawing the word 'mudblood'.

Hermione's beaded-bag lay limp on her hip as she uncomprehendingly walked the forest ground. 

She replayed every battle she has ever been in. Every real battle. The battle of the Ministry, the Battle of the Astronomy tower, the battle of the Hocrux hunt, and the Battle of Hogwarts. All battles, she kept replaying the scenes in detail, over and over again, thinking what she should have done and occasionally(mentally) slapping herself for not acting on that thought she had that would have been a bit more saving on most accounts. 

Hermione felt her heart swell up with pure hatred as she thought of Voldemort. His red eyes, his deformed figure, everything about him is so horrible that she can't stand to think about him, yet she does. She thought of the torture she could have inflicted on him, for the pain he'd caused her throughout her life. 

But that wasn't like Hermione, despite how she could get when she has negative emotions running through her, she could never bear the thought of torturing someone. Anyone. 

But Voldemort, the Death-eaters, Umbridge and so many other Death-Eaters, could be an expception.

Hermione wasn't aware where her feet were taking her, she couldn't feel her legs move, she was completely numb to her surroundings, her eyes vacantly scanning the ground, an air of depression clinging unto her aura.

Hermione wasn't aware she had fallen asleep, thinking about the battle over and over again. 

Hermione was braced to battle with her nightmares.

Hermione was staring at her self. Everything was slow motion and bright. It seemed pretty serious because Hermione had cuts all over her, but she didn't seem to notice them. There was something else that had captivated her attention.

Hermione heard a sound similar to a rumbling mountain, everything went imensely hot and loud. The scene changed. 

The scene was an opposite of the other. Hermione was staring at herself again, she appeared to have been trapped inside the heart of an ice coffin. Hermione appeared to be dead. Everything was cold, she had her eyes closed and she was in a mummy-trance position while the ice coffin froze on the dark floor.

The scene brightened so much that Hermione woke up.

Hermione woke up, she didn't scream, she never screamed when she had a nightmare. She didn't cry too often. But when she did, it was for a firmly legitemnt reason.