This is a idea that poped into my head like 2 seconds ago!!!!!!!!
I don't own Harry Potter that's J.K. Rowling' job
(In this story Harry's killed Lord Voldemort and is in 7th year)
****FLASH BACK****
"Hermione don't do it" yelled Harry
"I can and I am" said Hermione in a crazy voice and with that she slid the cold steel blade across her throat, sliping into darkness.
Harry ran over to her and picked her up and rushed to the Hospidal Wing.
He waited beside her bed for hours telling her things like "hold on" and "your going to be ok" then finally he fell into a dreamless sleep.
Harry woke up the next morning. The bird's were chirping, the sun was out, and Hermione was dead.
****END OF FLASH BACK****
For the next few weeks all anyone could talk about was Hermione's death and why she killed herself for no one except Dumbledore and Harry knew the truth.
Harry was a wreak to put it simply. He had huge bag's under his eyes, always wore dirty robes and barely ate anything. As he walked down the hall ways people pointed and stared wispering stuff like "Who would have thought that bookworms death would have torn him up so much" and "To think, he used to be the most cutest guy in school now look at him" nobody wanted to even look at him anymore. He was not the nice boy who is everbodys friend but a depressed loner.
****HARRY'S POV****
'Why me? Why me? I defeated Voldemort and all that stuff, I made their life's all safe and happy and what do I get. Living hell. First Ron reveled he was a death eater, then Hermione go's and kill's herself cause 'her life isn't worth living cause her o so great boy friends a death eater' and now I'm alone….."
Harry's ranting's were stopped by someone slamming into him and causing him to fall over and spill all his book's and ink everywhere. He looked up to see who it was and then cursed under his breath, it was the last person he wanted to see right now. Malfoy.
I don't own Harry Potter that's J.K. Rowling' job
(In this story Harry's killed Lord Voldemort and is in 7th year)
****FLASH BACK****
"Hermione don't do it" yelled Harry
"I can and I am" said Hermione in a crazy voice and with that she slid the cold steel blade across her throat, sliping into darkness.
Harry ran over to her and picked her up and rushed to the Hospidal Wing.
He waited beside her bed for hours telling her things like "hold on" and "your going to be ok" then finally he fell into a dreamless sleep.
Harry woke up the next morning. The bird's were chirping, the sun was out, and Hermione was dead.
****END OF FLASH BACK****
For the next few weeks all anyone could talk about was Hermione's death and why she killed herself for no one except Dumbledore and Harry knew the truth.
Harry was a wreak to put it simply. He had huge bag's under his eyes, always wore dirty robes and barely ate anything. As he walked down the hall ways people pointed and stared wispering stuff like "Who would have thought that bookworms death would have torn him up so much" and "To think, he used to be the most cutest guy in school now look at him" nobody wanted to even look at him anymore. He was not the nice boy who is everbodys friend but a depressed loner.
****HARRY'S POV****
'Why me? Why me? I defeated Voldemort and all that stuff, I made their life's all safe and happy and what do I get. Living hell. First Ron reveled he was a death eater, then Hermione go's and kill's herself cause 'her life isn't worth living cause her o so great boy friends a death eater' and now I'm alone….."
Harry's ranting's were stopped by someone slamming into him and causing him to fall over and spill all his book's and ink everywhere. He looked up to see who it was and then cursed under his breath, it was the last person he wanted to see right now. Malfoy.