Death divides people into different slices: the fearful, unconscious, absent, the aware.
The fearful fear more than anything else, gripped by what could happen to them for all they did in this life.
The unconscious show that they are not afraid when the lack of breath leaves them sleepless.
Absent are souls dispersed on our black lands, waiting for the Savior's arrival.
Perhaps a non-existent Saviour, something to which they only cling in the hope that there is no end.
And finally, we leave room for aware ones: some of them face it by tearing all that they can grab from her hands, others deliver themselves to it, stop in their position, greeting it as an old friend.
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So the big day had arrived.
Minute more, minute less.
She woke up early in the morning, towards 6, and finished the preparation of the luggage.
And then the uniform.
She folded it carefully and placed it under the pillow.
She would not need it: first of all the clothes of the forties were slightly different, so it would have been a must not to use the current one, so as not to arouse any suspicion; And then, probably Dumbledore would have subjected her back to sorting, again for the same reason.
She crouched before her wardrobe, opened it and unlocked a double fold that had been applied last year, being sure that Hermione would become perfect.
She pulled out a black pitch chest: she grabbed it and transfigured it into a parchment, placing it in the trunk.
She took her diary: set in the centre of the cover there was a large bronze rampant dragon surrounded by a loose area, between greenery and blue, the corners were protected by supports, also bronze, adorned
- Evanesco -
She holds it with a cloth, no longer able to see it: in this way, she could identify it when she wanted.
She had decided to make it disappear and for a good reason.
Anyone who had read it would have known things that she would have preferred to hold.
She wore some sloppy clothes, but cleaned, as Dumbledore recommended.
Olive green shirt, beige trousers and brown shoes.
She tried to dissolve the knots in her hair carefully, and then miserably fail.
She looked at herself in the mirror: a tired face undermined by the weather.
She snapped her fingers and here she assumed a new expression.
Determination.
Her monstrous self-control was one of the few things that could allow her a little advantage, but also Riddle would not have been less of that.
She took the last things from under her mattress and placed them under a double-fourth she had placed in the suitcase.
All ready.
She triggered it, then never reopened it again.
- Hey, "said Hermione, making her understand she was conscious.
She tried to sit in a compound manner, succeeding not with a few efforts.
- And so you leave me alone again? - asked the curly-haired, trying to play the situation.
She stroked her hand.
- Thank you, for all you're doing, because you're sacrificing yourself -
- I'm not a saint -
- What do you mean? -
- I'm going out of it, let it be -
Kaytlyn replied smiling
She wanted to test herself, finally demonstrating what she was hiding under that look
- You will return, right? -
- Everything will be fine, I promise you - she printed a kiss on her forehead and walked her as people do with newborns until she fell asleep again.
She closed the door and left everything behind her.
The Common Room was slowly repopulated with students who were trafficking various gifts for the return from holidays.
The Weasley twins placed themselves in front of her.
- Hey Kay! How long have you been back? Ron didn't tell us anything! -
They had tried in all ways to keep her away from others, to avoid any questions to which she wouldn't want to answer.
- A few days before the holidays, I spent most of the time recovering from the program, probably that's why you didn't see me. -
Lies: one above the other.
They watched her from head to foot and immediately their attentive eye placed himself on her suitcase.
She squeezed the handle even more firmly. She was about to go mad, she knew they would ask a million questions.
She just wanted to be left in peace.
At that moment Harry walked through the door of the dorm; there he saw her. He ran for help.
- Hi guys, sorry - looked into the girl, grabbing her little finger.
- Are you ready for lessons? -
She grasped the intrinsic meaning of the question.
- Yes. -
- Well, let's go -
- See you later -
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SECOND ACT
They walked on briskly in silence.
They retired to the end of that fateful corridor, where they used the Time-Turner for the first time.
He didn't allow her time to speak, he hugged her so tightly that her body was out of breath, crying:
- I wish I hadn't done certain things, I wish I hadn't said certain things.
I hurt you when you were there, and -
She broke away from his grip, put her finger on the boy's lips and said with extreme indifference:
- Those are empty words.
I'm not going there to save you, or Hermione, or anyone else.
I go there to save myself from all this.
To no longer feel my heart beating.
To feel it shut down the exact moment I cross that world.
Not to hear it stop every time you take my hand.
Because even if I strive to forget what it was, you are always here to remind me.-
Ron was stationed there, around the corner, waiting for a very different ending.
He thought she would forgive him and that he would leave her forever with a kiss, to give her the right charge.
But it was not so.
Harry approached her, but Kaytlyn pushed him away again.
- You don't have to.
It would do no good.
It would only be a paltry peace. -
He knows who I am, but not who I am.
Because I lied to you all along.
"Ron," she said, turning her head slightly, knowing he was there.
All embarrassed, the redhead, in name and fact, came out of his hiding place.
- This could be the last time we see each other: I know things didn't go as you all expected, as I expected.
I don't know if it's a farewell or just a goodbye, so I won't say either.-
She took their hands.
- I just hope that each of us can find what he or she has been looking for for a long time-
Love? Happiness?
murmured the thoughts of the two young men.
No. None of that.
A sad smile played on her lips and she let go of their hands.
Goodbye, brother.
She turned to them one last time:
the end of a new beginning.
With a slow and cadenced step, she walked towards the internal courtyard.
What are you looking for? The reason.
Dumbledore awaited her.
He beckoned her to follow him.
They walked towards the boathouse.
The principal sat down on a bare wall.
He unclenched his hands and revealed his time-turner.
So different, so sinuous, so powerful.
- This is the only Time-Turner ever created that can take the bearer 100 years back, so...-
He placed his burned hand on the girl's shoulder.
- When you're there, no one can bring you back, not even me.
You can only count on yourself.-
She nodded gravely.
- Each golden peg corresponds to a decade, so click 5 consecutive times, for the remaining three years make sure you hit the glass hourglass three times -
The girl wore it with extreme caution.
- Now do go-
She shook his hand.
- Thank you, Professor -
- Severus told me to give you this -
She grabbed the letter, starting to turn it over in her hands.
- Make sure you open it in the darkest moments -
They exchanged one last look.
They let go.
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.
And disappeared into thin air.
SOUNDTRACK
second act:
Goodbye Brother - Game of Thrones