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Hours became a painful ticking of seconds. The edges of the world were blurring. Her eyes were swollen shut or pinned open; she couldn’t tell through the pain. All she knew was the tight circle of his arms. The soft tickling of his breath on her neck as he held her. The way it felt to curl into his side and hope for oblivion; wish for the end. She was wishing for it - most profoundly. She no longer wanted to go on, to live like this.

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Guilt - an awareness of having done wrong or committed a crime, accompanied by feelings of shame and regret sometimes manifesting themselves in physical and mental ways. He committed an unspeakable act to keep her from betraying him, but now his own betrayal has turned into a maelstrom of vengeance. Is it real? Or just his mind telling him; 'Never Again'?

Dumbledore's ring. The Slytherin locket. The Hufflepuff Cup. Tom Riddle's Diary. Nagini. Voldemort. There is one horcrux left and it is not what anyone anticipated. One person must make the ultimate sacrifice, because the prophesy was wrong.

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Dementia. Noun. Insanity; impairment of cognitive and intellectual function. 

She would not trade sides. She would not betray the people who had raised her; made her who she was. She had said so adamantly on the first day they had brought her to this disgusting room and closed the door on her. They may have broken the fight inside of her; but she would die before she became one of them.

Sometimes it takes the sacrifice of someone who loves you, for you to realize who you love. For Hermione, it took a man who never wanted to give her up to push her into the arms of one who could not live without her. Suffering, pain, torture, and sorrow be forgotten; for when it's passion that ignites the dance floor, nothing can stand in the way. Not even their own desires.

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She cried out in pain and bit her tongue to stop the sound from escaping. She sniffed back the tears that pricked at her eyes. There was nothing left in her to cry anyway. She was dried up. Outside and inside. There was nothing left to her. She was an empty shell of a girl that used to be. She stopped and stared at her reflection. The puddle she was looking in rippled in a slight breeze. Then she noticed the picture was tinted red, and that the puddle was not water.

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She was looking at their intertwined hands and the sticky redness that was streaming from between them. "Why did you do it?" She asked quietly. He looked away. Would she believe him? Did it even matter if she did? It had been done and he wouldn't go back and undo it even if that opportunity had arisen. He had saved her. She was safe and that was all that mattered. What matters is not your actions . . . but your motive.

Sometimes we watch our heroes die and we don't know why they've left us all alone. Darkness and Light are two ends of the same spectrum that balance each other throughout time. The cycle is a never ending repetition. Therefore, can there be any end to the night? Or no matter what one soul endures, do they always find themselves back at the beginning of the never ending circle?

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Hermione wakes in St.Mungo's after being kidnapped by DeathEaters loyal to Lucious Malfoy and can't remember anything, or anyone. Slowly, memories of a December night in the arms of someone she can't quite identify start coming back. Can she break the curse and unmask the person in her memories? Or will he have spend the rest of his life with a love who can't remember who he his?

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“I wish. . .” She tried again. She tilted her head back down and opened her eyes. She turned around, bracing herself against the table. The dead silver and green candelabra teetered as she knocked the edge of the table with her hip and then grasped on to the edge. She met his eyes, her hair falling gently about her shoulders. “I wish you loved me half as much as you love her.” A painful smile twitched on her lips as she fought to hide her tears and her vision became blurry.

Author's note: This is one of my oldest pieces - written in 2005. I have decided not to remove it as I go through and delete and edit my story collection. We all need a little reminder of where we come from. ^_^