Prologue
"It's easier to be afraid of something we can't see."- someone's name, for example… as Hermione thought.
Until recently, she believed that fear is what we are afraid to see when our imagination can become reality at any moment—as it seems… how difficult it is sometimes to separate fear from what is real… Well… but when the time comes to face what deep down we were so afraid of, it may even seem that we were exaggerating, and the scale of this thing was not comparable to the fear itself.
At least that's how it should be, in theory. And what if reality becomes that darker being than our imagination, and even our imagination was too limited and unprepared for what has or was supposed to happen?
Well... this, the present Hermione could not have expected; she also could not be aware of what was waiting for her… or... she could… somehow? But if she could... she could have prevented all this, right?
It would be interesting, but... no… She was too lost in between what had already happened and what was yet to happen.