(A/N I own nothing mentioned in the following except any names you don't recognize and any objects that aren't wands or brooms. Everything I can't call my own is property of J.K. Rowling.)
I'm Sorry
"What do they have against me? All I do is try to get on the good side of everyone. I'm the one who vouches for inter-house peace. I'm the one who stops people from doing the wrong thing, or the dangerous thing. I'M THE VOICE OF REASON AND NOBODY SEES IT! All they see is a silly little know it all, wanting nothing out of life except to be smarter than anyone. I can't help being smart. It's who I am. Then there's the mudblood issue..... No, i don't have pure blood. Neither does 3/4 of the school. Do they get picked on? No. It's just me. Ever since I came to this school, i've been a target for bullies."
Hermione walked to her dorms after just leaving Potions mid-class. Snape, Malfoy, pretty much all of the Slytherins- just too much to take. She entered the bathroom and pulled out a small shard of glass from the mirror she broke the week before. She raised the sleeve of her robes past her elbows and made a small cut on her wrist. Cutting had been a habit for Hermione since 3rd year. She never went too deep, but deep enough to leave a scar. She had alot of those. They made criss cross patterns across her wrists and up her arms. She ran out of room long ago for new cuts so she started re-tracing the old scars, opening the faint pink lines that patterned her pale skin. She could hear someone downstairs so she hid the shard again and rolled her sleeve back down. She knew it was Harry and Ron. They were suspicious of her for a while now and followed her to prevent a fatal injury.
NEXT WEEK
Hermione
woke up in the hospital wing. Her head was aching and she couldn't
remember anything. Then it came flashing back to her; The Department
of Mysteries, Voldemort, Sirius' death.....
She tried to sit up
but every movement was painful. She looked around and found Ron in a
bed next to her unconcious. Harry wasn't there. That must mean that
he.... Without finishing the thought, she ignored the pain and got to
her feet. She went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Her face
was severely bruised. She had bandages on her head. She mustered up
all the strength she had left and punched the mirror. The glass
shattered and fell onto the floor. She turned on the tap to luke warm
water and held a large, sharp piece to her wrist. She took in one
final breath and cut in to her skin. This cut was unlike any other.
It was deep. Blood flowed out onto the floor. Hermione put her arm
under the tap and let the rush of the warm water bring her into a
state of bliss. She was almost to the point of no return when the
door opened. She opened her eyes and saw Harry standing before her.
Her love wasn't dead. But it was too late. The last thing she saw was
his look of horror. As her body died, she spoke her last whispered
words. "I'm Sorry".
And then she was no more.
R&R please???