I wrote this after reading 13 Reasons Why by Jay Asher. I love that book, btw. It's my favorite other than HP. So I wrote this, not that Hermione would run off and do this. But please review it.(:
Hermione Granger was dead.
That's all the world knew. She had taken her life right before the summer holidays. Dumbledore had this huge memorial service for her and there wasn't a dry eye in the Great Hall, not even the Slytherins. Even they knew how wonderful my best friend was before she took her own life. No one knew why she did and no one knew how she did.
Except for me and eight others. Soon to be nine.
I was standing in line at the post office. I couldn't believe that witches and wizards had post offices. But they did. I was sending off her testimony for the next victim—poor pretty boy. I never liked Cedric Diggory. Really, I didn't. But he was next on the list of Hermione's 'victims'.
"Sir?" the witch asked me. "Sir, here's your change."
It cost me money to send Hermione's package off to Diggory. He lived nearby—I could just take it over to him. But I wouldn't be honoring Hermione's wishes. Not that I had listened to Hermione before she died. But I should have, and now I regretted it. I really, really regretted it more than anything.
I reached out and took the two silver Sickles sitting in front of me on the counter, shoving them sloppily into my pocket. I mumbled something along the lines of "thanks" before turning to leave.
"Receipt?" the witch called, holding a slip of parchment in her hand. I stopped, my eyes shut tight.
"No," I decided. I didn't want to remember this. No, I'd never want to. I don't want to remember shipping off my deceased best friend's testimony to pretty boy. I listened to her testimonies, but why she chose to give it to Diggory still baffles me. "Burn it," I added to the witch before leaving.
Hermione Granger, may you rest in peace.
I know it's short, but should I continue? Please review. (: Btw, in this Cedric didn't die.