PROLOGUE
Bellatrix Lestrange. The first person Hermione had ever killed was Bellatrix Lestrange.
The night she had killed her was the same night she had seen Ron lying, motionless, on the ground.
Bellatrix Lestrange had not thought twice about killing him and with one simple flick of her wrist,
Ron was gone. Hermione had wanted nothing more than to be the one that finished her off. Seeing
her best friend being killed had built up so much anger in her, that the words "Avada Kedavra" had
slipped off her tongue like it was nothing. So there she was, standing alone in a room in the Ministry
of Magic next to her dead best friend and a murderer. The room was empty and black. She had taken so
many halls to get where she was, she had no idea how to get back
Hermione stood breathing heavily towards the ground, choking on gasps of air, waiting for
someone to come save her. Someone to tell her everything would be okay. Everything would be okay, Ron
was still alive, and the war was over. The only thing wrong was that no one ever came. The only thing
that did was the low hum of unforgivable curses being cast from both parites. So Hermione waited...and
waited...until there was nothing but silence to please her ears. Dead silence.