INVISIBLE STRING

3.THE ARRIVAL

CHAPTER THREE
THE ARRIVAL

I wish that we could go back in time - the very fist time by Taylor Swift

SHE FELT a sickening ache in her stomach, her hair was wet and practically glued to her forehead and neck. Hermione's tongue tasted salty and a tingling feeling spread though her whole body as she brushed against her teeth with it.

She breathed in deeply and heavily before throwing the air right up again, caughing and trying to catch her breath as she spit up water and air.

Funny expression, catching your breath, why was it running in the first place?

Sadly, Hermione's breath was a fast runner that day, maybe it should think about going to Olymipa.

Sucking in oxogyn furiously in hopes some of it would end up making its way to her lungs, Hermione tried to push her body up on her arms.

And she landed right in the sand again.

Ouch.

Hermione felt like something was sucked out of her, and not just the air in her lungs. The scene around her began spinning and spinning like Hermione was on a rollercoaster.

Still not breathing normally, she pushed herself to rob a few meters away from the water that had still been dancing around her legs, tickling her skin in an almost playful manner that didn't seem so playful anymore, now, that the lake and the water were illuminated by the bright shine of the moon reflecting on the waves.

It had to have been a few days before or after full moon, Hermione couldn't tell. But she honestly didn't even care about it that much in that moment.

But the sun's small mirror wasn't the only source of light on the grounds.

Hermione looked up to a hill.

There, stood a castle, beautifully built from stone, with light shining from behind windows. Presumably by the flames of candles.

Hermione could tell by the light's unregularity of brightness and the not so consistent consistency of the absence of light in the breathtaking dance of shadow and illumination.

Like a carefully studied routine no human could ever begin to understand.

Hermione felt a longing stronger than she had ever experienced before and suddenly the only thing that mattered to her was the castle and getting there in time.

Maybe she didn't realize it in that moment, but that determination saved her life.

The girl had no idea how she managed it.

But somehow she found herself at the top of the grand staircase of what she assumed was the back entry of the castle.

Now the big and heavy doors rose before here like a smooth and wooden mountain.

And although it looked like she could crush the old wood with one of her pinky fingers, the doors were surprisingly heavy and hard to open as she tried to open them all the way.

The door was screeching as if it was screaming at her to stop and warn her. Or maybe warn the people inside that she was about to enter.

Or maybe it wanted her to come in faster, screaming as some sort of motivation, Hermione couldn't tell. And honestly, she was still feeling way too dizzy to think about lame things such as doors. Why did she act like it was a human with emotions and goals? She didn't know herself. 

She stumbled across the threshold and into the castle, immediately noticing the overflow of voices coming from what seemed to be a big room to her left.