WARNING: depressing.
You may have come across this story in the past, i have decided that it needed a bit of a spruce-up!
Hermione looked down at her quivering hands, he's gone. . . Harry's dead. You - know - who finally killed him and the fact that she. . . Her thoughts trailed off, letting out desperate cry of sorrow Hermione cursed the sky, "If only I was stronger! If only I have focused, I have become this misserable excuse for a witch!" Her body was shaking uncontrollably, tight white hands clenched her legs, pinning them to her chest. Hermione's sobbed out for Harry in horror, her face was stained with red streaks left by salty tears.
The pain of her guilty greif lead to addiction. Her hated fix, something to ease this feeling. Hermione suddered at the thought of crawling back to. . . You - know -who. The one who had caused this tradgedy, but only through him could she regain control over herself. She could get something from him for the pain, he'll give it to her, but at what price? She gasped and choked on her own vile thoughts.
Visciously she satarted scratching her arms to dampen the pain in her heart, nothing helped. Finally she crawled over from the bed and scrambled across the floor. Her legs felt as heavy as lead and the knot in her stomach was tightening, she needed to ease the pain. Hermione stumbled mindlessly out into the corridor, her eyes were puffy and red, she was almost blind with pain and despair. Out of the dark came the sound of crisp footsteps, followed by a soft sither. Clenching her fists together she stared frantically throught the darkness ahead of her, head spinning and legs almost collapsing underneth her. He may of killed Harry, but she was not going to give in to the evil force that had her stringing along, begging for more of that pain easing potion! It had turned her into something that she didn't even wish to speak of, she would do it for Harry. The noise came closer and closer, he was calling her. Hermione wanted so badly to give in to these urging cravings, but Harry would never come back in reality, so why pretend. All she wanted to do was end her life, let her soul run from his evil clasp. She breathed in a shaky breath, the was one way to end this. Hermione looked down at her skinny wrists, one way.
Well i hope that the few members who have read the un-edited version of this story will give me some feed back on this version. not to say that i wouldn't love to hear from other members too!