Dark Changes
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but if you would like me too...
Harry stood at the foot of the grave. He bent down and placed some flowers on the packed dirt, under witch one of his closest friends lay. A solitary tear landed on his hand. He wanted to stay like this forever, he didn't want to have to leave her. But things had to be done. He still had to bring to justice the evil creature who had killed Hermoine.
Mrs. Weasly puttered about the kitchen getting ready for the party. Shortly before Hermoine was killed, Harry and Alexia had announced their engagement. It had been a very happy time, they had thought that nothing could go wrong. Mrs. Weasly sighed and shook her head, they were so wrong. About a week later Harry, Ron, and Hermoine had gone to visit Hogwarts and tell Dumbledore about the wedding. Mrs. Weasly had suggested sending him an owl, but Harry wanted to tell him in person, and Ron wanted to visit his nephew, (Bill's Son) Paul. Hermoine had been in the library remembering all of the times she, Harry, and Ron had been in their. A man had jumped out from behind one of the many bookshelves. Nobody knew what had happened after that, but when they found Hermoine, she was dead.
Ron looked through the books he had borrowed from Professor Lupin. He and Harry suspected that Hermoine had been killed by some sort of dark arts. Hermoine was always the smartest person Ron had ever known. Ron chuckled softly to himself as he remembered the countless times that Professor Snape had taken points off from Hermoine for being 'a-know-it-all'. He sighed as he put down the book. Then he lit up as an idea hit him. He grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill. He wondered for a moment why Harry hadn't thought of this. Oh well, he thought as he began his letter to Sirius.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but if you would like me too...
Harry stood at the foot of the grave. He bent down and placed some flowers on the packed dirt, under witch one of his closest friends lay. A solitary tear landed on his hand. He wanted to stay like this forever, he didn't want to have to leave her. But things had to be done. He still had to bring to justice the evil creature who had killed Hermoine.
Mrs. Weasly puttered about the kitchen getting ready for the party. Shortly before Hermoine was killed, Harry and Alexia had announced their engagement. It had been a very happy time, they had thought that nothing could go wrong. Mrs. Weasly sighed and shook her head, they were so wrong. About a week later Harry, Ron, and Hermoine had gone to visit Hogwarts and tell Dumbledore about the wedding. Mrs. Weasly had suggested sending him an owl, but Harry wanted to tell him in person, and Ron wanted to visit his nephew, (Bill's Son) Paul. Hermoine had been in the library remembering all of the times she, Harry, and Ron had been in their. A man had jumped out from behind one of the many bookshelves. Nobody knew what had happened after that, but when they found Hermoine, she was dead.
Ron looked through the books he had borrowed from Professor Lupin. He and Harry suspected that Hermoine had been killed by some sort of dark arts. Hermoine was always the smartest person Ron had ever known. Ron chuckled softly to himself as he remembered the countless times that Professor Snape had taken points off from Hermoine for being 'a-know-it-all'. He sighed as he put down the book. Then he lit up as an idea hit him. He grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill. He wondered for a moment why Harry hadn't thought of this. Oh well, he thought as he began his letter to Sirius.