She sat there alone in class. Usually she didn't mind being alone no one would bother her, but now needed some one to be there for her.
The hate was consuming her and what else could she do but let go and let it take over and that is what she did, she fell into the deep dark red of hate and anger and blood
The dark red flowers that reminded her of blood were growing and multiplying they were so big and so many that the deep red was all she could see. She woke up to fine the red from her dream was still there so she thought that maybe she was still asleep then she saw the look on one of the faces looking up at her from the pool of red that covered the room she could never dream that look like that this was one of her class mates and she had killed him how could she have done that she looked around at the rest of them Her hole class plus the professor.
Hermione Granger ran though the school she was shaking but she wasn't cold all she knew was that she had to keep on running and not stop, if she stopped then they would fine her. She ran up, up to the highest tower only when she had closed and locked the door behind her did she stop and look at her hands. She didn't know why she had red die on them and she didn't know why she thought it was red die. The blood was still warm and sticky she look down at her school uniform to fine it was also red from that warm blood of her class mates and that professor why did I do it? She asked herself but she didn't know why. She had killed the professor first because he was the only one who could stop her once she got started, then she had killed each of the students one at a time as they tried to defend themselves against her, tried to stop her, she cast one spell after a anther, nun of them had a chance, and so she killed every one of them. She could now hear people outside trying to get in, trying to get to her she was a danger to herself and to every one around her, if they got her then she would be taken to Azkaban, maybe she could look ford to the 'Kiss' when she got there but she would not get there because they would never get her alive. Once again she looked at her hands stained with the blood of the innocent, she wondered 'is my blood warm? Surely not after what I've just did' So she picked up her wand from the floor where she had thrown it earlier and trans formed one of her many hair clips into a small very sharp dagger. She held the dagger next to her wrist ready to cut but then she thought of all the people who she thought would miss her ' no one would miss me if I did it no one would care' so with that thought she griped the dagger tighter and in one quick motion she drew the dagger across then dropped it. Just at that moment the door behind her crashed open and there stood professor Dumbledore he could see that she wasn't going to live very much longer because she had just lost to much blood and also because she would not live long if her did heal her nor would she thank him. So Hermione Granger lay there on the cold hard stone floor and died with a smile on her lips. She had warm blood.