Senzafine

Senzafine

Scorre lento il mio tempo
Che scivola sul velo della mia pella nuda
Se oltrepassassi il confine che mi hai dato
Forse io non sarei qui

She lay on the bed, her head tilted to one side, watching the rain pour down outside. The hands of the clock on the wall moved slowly in the moonlight, and her impatience grew with every moment. How long had she been here? She didn't know. It didn't really seem to matter anymore. The moonlight streamed down upon her bare shoulders, mottled by the shadows of the raindrops on the window. The dark embroidered coverlet fell across the small of her back, but she didn't really pay much attention to it. One arm stretched out in front of her in the moonlight, and with her eyes she followed the path of a raindrop rolling down the window as its shadow crossed her forearm. How had it ever come to this? How had she ended up here, of all places? It was hard to look back and know exactly how and why it had happened. Why had she ended up at the Dark Lord's mercy, in his bed, instead of in the arms of the man she loved? She had not been given a choice. Destiny had made its way for her, and left her on the side when she was no longer needed. This was her fate, they had told her. This was what had to be done. Ron and Harry had been powerless to stop it. And then they gave her to Voldemort, ripping her away from everything and everyone she loved. She was the sacrifice that would buy them all a brief respite.

Da adesso ormai che senso ha
Cercare di abbracciare un passato pié puro
Guardando avanti rischierâ
Ma riesco a rispondere ai miei perche

All of a sudden, she felt something stir in her. That old fire that she thought had been gone for so long, the determination returned with a sickening jerk. For so long, she had taken it in stride, she had given up, letting the Dark Lord do as he wished, trying her best to forget that she ever knew another happier, more peaceful life, where she meant something to someone than the slave that her master kept chained to his bed, to rape when he wished, to let himself and his Death Eaters do as they wished with. She had made herself numb, oblivious to the world surrounding her. She had stopped trying to be courageous and strong, and had become impassive and unresponsive to their sadistic pleasures. And suddenly, she didn't really feel like doing that anymore. There was no reason she should forget that past life, with those that she had loved. Suddenly she wanted resolution. She wanted answers. She wanted her life back.

Tutto cio che sarai
Era gi stato scritto
Se davvero esiste
Questo dio ha fallito
Ogni parola pronunciata
Sar lo specchio del tuo dolore
Riflette la colpa
Alimenta l'odio

One of the Death Eaters came to the room only hours later, taking what he wanted while she lay there, impassive as usual, but deep inside, she was screaming, furious. The fire in her heart was back, the numbness was gone, and she found the change almost unwelcome. At the same time, she was triumphant. The self-respect that she had lost here, she had found again, buried deep in her soul. He had told her when she came here that this was what must be, she was finished, that from here on, her destiny was to serve him. Sacrificed and betrayed she had given in, not caring. Each word he said felt like a knife stabbing in her stomach, telling her that this was her own fault, that there was nothing that she could do, nothing that anyone could do. She learned to hate those she had once revered, and even those she had once loved, for what they had done to her. She had been betrayed, and nothing hurt more.

Il mio destino scelgo
Se riesco a resistere

And she knew, in that moment, as one of Voldemort's cronies raped her in her prison, that a choice must be made. Why should she lie down and let fate take its course? Fate may not be fair, but she could either let it abuse her or she could stand up and fight. If she fought, if she escaped, then, what would she do? She had nowhere to go, no one to run to. Those that she loved had betrayed her, left her to die. Those that she hated abused her, killed her a little more with every passing day. Was there anywhere left to run? Was there anything left in life for her?

Sono ancora in piedi in questo istante di pura follia
Non so pié se desiderare il bene o il male
Anche se il peccato forse pié mi da

The questions ran through her mind, over and over. Either way she chose, she was still lost. She had been dragged into the darkness, and it was one of those places that you went in and never returned from. She was being forced to pick a side in the war, and everything in her heart and soul screamed out against the choice. It was a battle between good and evil, and she didn't know anymore who she should join. She could join the darkness any day she, wished, and gain every right she had lost back, but she knew it was wrong. It was everything she had always rebelled against. Or she could return to them, only to be arrested again, ripped from Ron's arms by the agents the government sent after her, believing the words of that seer, that evil demon from hell that had resigned her to the gallows with her words. The only way she would ever be free again was to join those she had fought for so long, becoming that which she had always hunted.

Da adesso ormai che senso ha
Opporre resistenza a un destino segnato
Non resterâ a guardare senza
Riuscire a resisterti
Risvegliami

Did it even matter, she wondered? Was it even in her power to change her fate? She looked and found that she didn't care whether it was or not. All she could do was fight, and if that failed, at least she could say she hadn't sat back and passively watched everything she had built in her life crumble to the ground. She could say she fought. And she would fight, with everything in her heart, praying to a god she was no longer sure existed that she would pull through in the end. In her heart, the fire of courage burned yet again, fueled by the strength of passion.

Il mio destino scelgo
Se riesco a resistere

In every person's life, there is a time to fight and a time to finally give up. Hermione Granger was not ready to give up just yet. And when she stood in that same room a week later, her half-crazed eyes gazing triumphantly on the corpse of Lucius Malfoy, free for the first time in several months, she knew that it hadn't yet been her time to give in. She had strangled him and set herself free with the wand he had stupidly left in his back pocket. He had thought she was done for. She had known otherwise.

Risvegliami

As she walked out into the darkness that night, Hermione dreamed of redemption, and of revenge. Her day would come, but not for a long, long time. And until that day, she would fight as resolutely as when she had first begun. It may not be wanted, but she had her right to live, and she alone would battle all the demons of Hell to get back to the one she loved. She would fight like she never had before, like she never would again. She was driven by passion, determined to rise above a world that had buried her alive.

Non c'¨ scelta senza me
Non c'¨ vita senza me