INVISIBLE STRING

3.THE ARRIVAL

Stepping up to it, Hermione could feel herself getting terribly sick again.

But before she even had time to comprehend the sensation fully, her body hit the floor and her eyes fell shut.

And the strange thing was: She didn't see the normal black behind her eyelids in that moment. She saw sheer nothingness, indescribable to those who never experienced the same.

Nothing and everything at the same time.

Black and white and every clour of the rainbow, but still on an unpainted paper belonging to an unexperienced artist.

Like all colours all at once and then new ones she didn't have the words to describe other than 'new' and 'different'.

Just nothingness decorated with somethingness.

But even that seemed way to strange to think about as her mind swept into yet another time of Hermione being unconscious and every sensation of which she had felt so many of just moments ago started to fade.

"Professor McGonagall, Professor McGonagall!"

When Lily had arrived at the doors of Minerva's classroom, she had already been out of breath from running so fast to get her. Seeing the normally so controlled student like this, made Minerva panic immediately, even if she wouldn't have admitted it.

She opened the door, answering Lily's fanatic knocking and as she saw the look of fear and panic on her student's face, Professor McGonagall knew something was entirely wrong.

"Miss Evans?"

But without even waiting for any further instructions, Lily was practically running down the hall again, wanting Minerva to follow behind her.

And of course she did, listening to Lily's chaotic rambling as she tried to make sense of the situation.

"So we went out of the great hall a little earlier than most people, and then there she was. Just lying on the ground! Professor McGonagall there's a student neither of us has ever seen lying unconscious in front of the great hall! Mary is with her right now, in case something happens. Marlene is alerting Madame Pomfrey, well because she is unconscious. And she oh my goodness, she is not moving anymore! And she was wearing a Gryffindor tie, but Professor I swear none of us has ever seen her and I'm headgirl I should know the students in my own house. And she looks to be around our age, but she doesn't attent any classes and oh bloody hell she is unconscious!"

Lily was using her hands to explain the situation and for unexperienced viewers it might have looked like she was casting some kind of spell and cursing Wonderland in the meantime.

Even Professor McGonagall, who had teached Lily ever since she first stepped foot into the castle, had never seen her this excited and worked up.

And eleven year old muggleborn Lily had been excited about everything magical.

Minerva didn't want to overstep boundaries, but as she was following Lily down the hallways, she took ahold of her arm anyway, stopping the madness she was producing with her hands.

And it was only for her own good, she was sure she would have been hit any minute.

Lily, still walking, looked at her teacher slowly, who shot her a stern look.

"So do I understand this correctly Miss Evans? There is an unconscious, unknown Gryffindor student in need of medical attention lying on the floor before the great hall?", despite the situation McGonagall's voice was calm and it somehow relaxed Lily as she took a long breath for probably the first time in a hot second.