She was eleven years old, when she saw her first death. She wasn't sure where she was, or what she was doing, but there was only her, the man who was choking to death, the cabinet behind him and the feeling of something cold in her hands. She looked down, only to see her reflection staring back at her from the knife she held in her hands.
"G...gahhhg." The man tried to speak, but the blood that was pooling down his neck from his wound made it difficult. He heaved a glob of red spit onto the floor, which splashed onto her shoes. His eyes were bloodshot as he desperately tried to cling on to the last moments of life he had. He tried to push himself off the ground and head for the telephone that laid on the cabinet. He managed to pull the phone down and dialed for help.
"999, what's your emergency?"
"G...ag...gh."
"Hello? Is everything alright?"
She walked across the room and gently pried the telephone out of the man's hands and cut the wire, dropping the phone onto the ground.
"Why am I doing this?" She thought to herself as she raised the knife over her head. She plunged into the man's back, causing him to jolt in pain as tears pooled out of his eyes. She pulled the knife out and then plunged it into the man's back again,and again, and again...Eventually the man had either given up or died, because after the third strike he had stopped moving and laid still on the ground. Blood soaked his carpet, staining the carpet of his floor a deep red.
She eventually got up from the ground and went into the kitchen, there she found a dish rag which she used to methodically clean the knife. She started to hum a little tune to herself as she cleaned the knife,
"Is this a dream?"
It had to have been, right? There was no way she'd ever consider murdering anyone in cold blood like this, and she wouldn't have been so chipper about committing a crime as horrible as murder. Still she admired reflection as she finally cleaned the blade, before rummaging around in her pockets for a lighter. She opened the cabinets that were under the kitchen sink and pulled out a container full of oil. She opened the cover and dumped the oil over the man's body, and then she went to spread it all around his small apartment room.
She then took a box full of matches, and after opening the door to his room, she set it on fire and tossed it inside before shutting the door behind her. The smell of burning flesh filtered through the air as she ran down the steps two at a time, as the other residents of the apartments began to race out of their rooms after the fire alarm went off. She reached the first floor and immediately ran outside, she could hear the sounds of sirens wailing through the night. She turned her head to look at the apartment that had been set on fire before tripping and-
"Gah!" Hermione Granger clutched a hand to her chest as sweat pooled down her forehead. As she calmed down, she realized that she wasn't anywhere near burning buildings, which meant that she just had another nightmare. She'd been getting a lot of those lately, though maybe that was because she stayed up late reading murder mystery stories. She sighed in relief and went back to bed, hoping to at least get some sleep before school tomorrow...
And outside, the police and firemen tried their best to rescue people who had been stuck in a burning apartment...