The End
Throughout her time in Hogwarts, the girl had never expected to be in this position. She was a follower of rules, a goody-goody, a bookworm. She was a perfect student.
How could she be perfect here?
The life that she strived for was not at all possible at this point. How could she possibly be the brains of a trio that no longer existed? The two boys that she'd mothered throughout their schooling were no longer hers to shelter.
Abandoned and harried, she appeared to be in a perpetual state ironically free of intelligence. Held her against her will, she could no longer connect ideas or keep her head.
Her eyes were haunted as she cackled to herself. It seemed rather amusing, now. Her wand was snapped. Snapped. Snapped. Cracked. Cat. Crookshanks was a cat. Was he still alive? Did Scabbers eat him?
Her mind wandered again.
When she's disobeyed, she'd expected punishment. She'd expected them to class her as a nuisance.
They'd been keeping her next to the young blonde one. He was being punished too. He'd been a light.
They'd ordered her to do what they could not. The mother couldn't follow orders, either. She was disposed of.
Underneath the house of Malfoy, Hermione Granger waited solemnly for death. After being left by the two boys she'd once called friends, her life was meaningless.
They may not have known that her lifeless body was an illusion, but their schooling in the mysteries of magic should have made them suspect.
The boys did not, however, return to her.
The visits stopped. She was no longer plagued with the stench of Death Eaters. She was no longer brought food or water.
She was hidden away, there was no chance of being found.
Two Months Later
The war had been won. The magical world was in peace. The price had been paid.
Harry Potter was assigned a difficult job, when he'd supposed that his job had already been complete.
The last of the Death eaters were finally locked away. It was his job to destroy their rich manors and the evil objects inside.
Looking up at the gates of Malfoy Manor, he remembered her still face. Her limp body, roughly dragged so that he could see.
He roughly thrust open the door, and began the job that had become habitual. Surveying his surroundings, he began a network of spells to investigate. Among the many dark magical objects he found, there was a trapdoor hidden beneath a magically stuck rug.
His training required much knowledge, and he removed the rug with little hassle.
With trepidation, he removed the wards on the door and descended. The rope ladder was hardly secure, and he made his way down as quickly as possible.
"Lumos."
It was a cell. A prison chamber, of sorts. There was no bed, no chair, no objects of comfort. He saw trays on the floor, next to a corpse.
He fell to his knees in realization, and let out a choked sob.
Another person he could have saved.
The end of another life because of him.
Author's Note:
This was a really random story. I just went on a random word generator to get inspired…. So uhm, I hope you like a little bout of insanity!