Fiction is hard

I'm writing a thing. An honest-to-god fic. Not a Drarry fic, but a Hermione fic, because nobody else has written this story and it needs to be written.

-- Hermione was tortured under the same wand that drove two trained Aurors out of their minds, and then had a chandelier dropped on her. These aren't experiences you just shake off with a dose of Skele-Gro and a good night's sleep.

-- She then spends at least a month and a half sharing a bedroom with Luna, who has been held for three months in a lightless stone cellar with an old man who's just waiting to die. Neither Hermione nor Luna is anything close to okay. There are midnight conversations.

-- Hermione and Ron go down to the Chamber of Secrets to kill the Horcrux. After seeing the fights put up by the diary and the locket, we're supposed to believe the goblet lay there and let itself be stabbed, and Hermione is just giddy with Ron's Parseltongue success when Harry sees them again? Nah. The cup read Hermione as viciously as the locket read Ron, and she's behaving oddly back upstairs.

-- As far as everyone knew, Harry died in the forest. All Hermione's studies and puzzle-solving and endurance had been for nothing because Harry died, and Hermione is going to be tortured and then slaughtered in a big example-making way if the Death Eaters win, so she dives into her last battle and rolls right up on Bellatrix LeStrange WITH BELLATRIX'S OWN WAND.

And after all this what's-past-is-prologue, Harry and Ron go right into the Auror program and she returns to Hogwarts...and then what happens?

Someone needs to write the thing, so I'm trying, but I'm swinging hard between "This isn't awful" and "I need to set this all on fire and do penance for even attempting it."

I'm given to understand this is normal for fiction writers, but damn, y'all have strong constitutions.

Deep, deep respect to all of you. <3