[ Another full moon, another night that Hermione spends entirely awake, sitting in her basement and watching over the wolf. Padfoot and Godric are in there with him in lieu of Hermione, not wanting to turn into a lioness, still afraid of what it might mean to go back into a form that had caused such death from her own anger. It's easier for her to let the dogs in with him for now, let them move to press close and playful with Remus during the night after his careful dose of Wolfsbane and the magic of her boon.
It's early morning when she finally dozes off, exhaustion overcoming her, and she entirely forgets that she hasn't taken her dose of Dreamless Sleep.
The nightmare comes without her wishing for it. It's slow, the phasing in and out of Dorian's face, dead and gone and covered in her own bloody handprints, her fingers brushing over her friend, her hands shaken and unsure, his body dropping in front of her. Then there's the pounding of blood in her ears, the woman laughing, echoing, here and there, like there are a dozen of her, fingers twitching as she screams, shouts at her, turns; her jaw clamps around the neck of the murderer, tearing, ripping, destroying her, clawing her to shreds as punishment for daring to hurt her friend --
when Hermione wakes up she's screaming, sobbing in terror, the echo of it loud in the nearly empty basement, a shuddering noise that overcomes her. She can't stop, body twisting as she lurches, trying to fight back but losing herself, unable. ]
february, 2702, nimh gleanne - haven townhouse. (cw: mention of gore/death)
It's early morning when she finally dozes off, exhaustion overcoming her, and she entirely forgets that she hasn't taken her dose of Dreamless Sleep.
The nightmare comes without her wishing for it. It's slow, the phasing in and out of Dorian's face, dead and gone and covered in her own bloody handprints, her fingers brushing over her friend, her hands shaken and unsure, his body dropping in front of her. Then there's the pounding of blood in her ears, the woman laughing, echoing, here and there, like there are a dozen of her, fingers twitching as she screams, shouts at her, turns; her jaw clamps around the neck of the murderer, tearing, ripping, destroying her, clawing her to shreds as punishment for daring to hurt her friend --
when Hermione wakes up she's screaming, sobbing in terror, the echo of it loud in the nearly empty basement, a shuddering noise that overcomes her. She can't stop, body twisting as she lurches, trying to fight back but losing herself, unable. ]