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Hermione walked the halls of Hogwarts once again, the start of a new year this would be her seventh, but this year everything felt different.
Voldemort was gone and with him he took many lives both from the side of light and darkness.
The blood was spilt for 'The Greater Good' seemed to feel like a massive weight on her shoulders and the weight was taking a toll on her.
Sleep didn't come easily to Hermione anymore and when it did it was plagued with scenes from the previous war the lifeless eyes of her friends and the blood that permanently stained her hands for the rest of her life.
She walked the halls where so much blood was spilt and sacrifices made, the ghosts of the past seemed to be a permanent shadow along these walls, that one time she believed couldn't be tainted by such things.
Her previous goals in life now seemed shallow, selfish just like her.
The head girl badge clipped on her school robe that shone proudly, seemed dull and out of place on a ...
Murderer
That's what she was that's what they all were, once their wands took another's life they all became murderers.
They had all taken a loved one away from someone it didn't matter what side they were on a life was a life, and she had taken so many of them, cause the life leave their eyes, and their bodies drop to the cold floor the souls leaving their bodies and floating into the afterlife be good or bad.
Her nightmares were now plagued by the lifeless eyes of the people she had killed.