How you remind me
Chapter 1
It was nearly a year since Hermione finished her last year at Hogwarts. she had graduated with the highest grades, even higher than Percy Weasley's.
The end of year celebration had been amazing, but Hermione didn't enjoy it. She actually didn't enjoy anything since her fifth year.
Her lifetime friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, had inevitably fallen in the marvellous world of girls and dates, and totally forgot about their loyal friend. 'I should've known I'd en up as I started. Alone'. She thought sometimes.
Yeah they still talked to her, for school favours mainly, they didn't hang out with her anymore and she was never included in their plans anymore.
There'd be more important things to do for them , a trip to Hogsmeade with a bunch of giggly girls, a cozy dinner with some starry eyed ditz, or even better, a visit to the prefects bathroom with a bunch of hot students waiting for them.
Where did that leave her? Alone in the library at night, re-reading now useless essays during breakfast, lunch and dinner, while her 'friends' became more and more popular. Studying in the astronomy deck at midnight, or just crying in the girl's bathrooms, with no other company than moaning myrtle who wouldn't help by making fun of her and encouraging her to join the ghost girl in the other life.
There was when she started skipping classes. Everyone called it something normal in Hermione's case, every wizard had his bad week once in their life.
Nobody cared if she hid herself in bed all day, she even got to lost eleven pounds in a week, when she refused to come out of her bedroom. Everyone called it 'a part of puberty''. Hermione called it an attempt to suicide.
After a month or two Harry and Ron were persuaded by McGonnagal to try and talk to her, they did as told but got nothing except a 'leave me alone' and 'stay out of my business' as a response.
Eventually she started to act normal but inside she was wondering if it was still worth living.
You could see her hanging out with two or three people, helping lower students with their homework and projects, nobody would ever know she was planning to put an end to her life.
Her decision was finally taken that night, a year after she realized that life had nothing to offer her.
She was lying on bed in her room, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how everybody else's' lives would be without her.
There wouldn't be many changes. For the better probably. Her parents got divorced a few years ago and his father barely talked to her. Her mother would be more than glad to have a mouth less to feed, a child less to take care off.
As for Harry and Ron, well, they would for a moment feel sorry about her and of course, the moment would pass and they would go back to their giggly girlfriends.
And as for her. Well it didn't even mattered now, she didn't cared, all she wanted was to end this conferment and return the package.
At 10:42 Hermione stood up from bed and walked towards the bathroom across the room. Her mother was out with some guy she met at work and there was nobody else in the house, except for Crookshanks and herself.
Her mother would get rid of the cat once she found out that her daughter was dead, she had never liked cats very much and Crookshanks always gave her the creeps.
Hermione locked the door of the bathroom, and looked herself in the mirror.
Her face was pale and bony, she had black circles under her eyes, those eyes, that had been worn out after many nights of crying and studying.
Her hair had lost its wilderness. It wasn't as brown as it used to be and it had lost its pretty glimmer.
The silver blade shone with the light of the moon that peered from the window and Hermione took it in her hands carefully, examining it with deep reverence.
It was simply prefect, and so easy. She wouldn't have to feel anything else., nobody would hurt her anymore, and she was useless, Lonely Clever Useless Girl, she was. Nobody would miss her.
Hermione pulled back the sleeve of her shirt. There would be no turning back now. Everything would be over in a few minutes. No good byes for anyone, no crying over years of study thrown away.
Closing her eyes, and drawing in a deep breath. Hermione pressed the cold blade against her bare skin and slashed a deep cut across her right wrist. The veins tore open and she opened her eyes to see the blood running down her arm and soaking her shirt. It didn't even hurt, her mind cried. Once again, she took the blade with the other hand and slashed her left wrist, gasping as the blood came out like rivers and fell to the floor, there was now a crimson lake in the white floor of the bathroom and she looked at it with terror. It was her blood, she was spilling her precious life.
A sudden wave of panic ran down her spine and she gasped again. Stabbing, delicious pain swept over her body. Her mind began racing and her heart pounded faster, Hermione took a few steps back and watched how the blood fell to the floor and her senses began to fail,
In her last minute, Hermione started regretting what she had done but she couldn't do anything to stop it. Her breathing quickened but she couldn't get much air in her lungs, her vision became foggy, and her head ached a lot.
With a final breath, Hermione closed her eyes and let herself fall unconsciously to the blood-wet floor of the bathroom.
A single tear trickled down her cheek.
Chapter 1
It was nearly a year since Hermione finished her last year at Hogwarts. she had graduated with the highest grades, even higher than Percy Weasley's.
The end of year celebration had been amazing, but Hermione didn't enjoy it. She actually didn't enjoy anything since her fifth year.
Her lifetime friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, had inevitably fallen in the marvellous world of girls and dates, and totally forgot about their loyal friend. 'I should've known I'd en up as I started. Alone'. She thought sometimes.
Yeah they still talked to her, for school favours mainly, they didn't hang out with her anymore and she was never included in their plans anymore.
There'd be more important things to do for them , a trip to Hogsmeade with a bunch of giggly girls, a cozy dinner with some starry eyed ditz, or even better, a visit to the prefects bathroom with a bunch of hot students waiting for them.
Where did that leave her? Alone in the library at night, re-reading now useless essays during breakfast, lunch and dinner, while her 'friends' became more and more popular. Studying in the astronomy deck at midnight, or just crying in the girl's bathrooms, with no other company than moaning myrtle who wouldn't help by making fun of her and encouraging her to join the ghost girl in the other life.
There was when she started skipping classes. Everyone called it something normal in Hermione's case, every wizard had his bad week once in their life.
Nobody cared if she hid herself in bed all day, she even got to lost eleven pounds in a week, when she refused to come out of her bedroom. Everyone called it 'a part of puberty''. Hermione called it an attempt to suicide.
After a month or two Harry and Ron were persuaded by McGonnagal to try and talk to her, they did as told but got nothing except a 'leave me alone' and 'stay out of my business' as a response.
Eventually she started to act normal but inside she was wondering if it was still worth living.
You could see her hanging out with two or three people, helping lower students with their homework and projects, nobody would ever know she was planning to put an end to her life.
Her decision was finally taken that night, a year after she realized that life had nothing to offer her.
She was lying on bed in her room, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how everybody else's' lives would be without her.
There wouldn't be many changes. For the better probably. Her parents got divorced a few years ago and his father barely talked to her. Her mother would be more than glad to have a mouth less to feed, a child less to take care off.
As for Harry and Ron, well, they would for a moment feel sorry about her and of course, the moment would pass and they would go back to their giggly girlfriends.
And as for her. Well it didn't even mattered now, she didn't cared, all she wanted was to end this conferment and return the package.
At 10:42 Hermione stood up from bed and walked towards the bathroom across the room. Her mother was out with some guy she met at work and there was nobody else in the house, except for Crookshanks and herself.
Her mother would get rid of the cat once she found out that her daughter was dead, she had never liked cats very much and Crookshanks always gave her the creeps.
Hermione locked the door of the bathroom, and looked herself in the mirror.
Her face was pale and bony, she had black circles under her eyes, those eyes, that had been worn out after many nights of crying and studying.
Her hair had lost its wilderness. It wasn't as brown as it used to be and it had lost its pretty glimmer.
The silver blade shone with the light of the moon that peered from the window and Hermione took it in her hands carefully, examining it with deep reverence.
It was simply prefect, and so easy. She wouldn't have to feel anything else., nobody would hurt her anymore, and she was useless, Lonely Clever Useless Girl, she was. Nobody would miss her.
Hermione pulled back the sleeve of her shirt. There would be no turning back now. Everything would be over in a few minutes. No good byes for anyone, no crying over years of study thrown away.
Closing her eyes, and drawing in a deep breath. Hermione pressed the cold blade against her bare skin and slashed a deep cut across her right wrist. The veins tore open and she opened her eyes to see the blood running down her arm and soaking her shirt. It didn't even hurt, her mind cried. Once again, she took the blade with the other hand and slashed her left wrist, gasping as the blood came out like rivers and fell to the floor, there was now a crimson lake in the white floor of the bathroom and she looked at it with terror. It was her blood, she was spilling her precious life.
A sudden wave of panic ran down her spine and she gasped again. Stabbing, delicious pain swept over her body. Her mind began racing and her heart pounded faster, Hermione took a few steps back and watched how the blood fell to the floor and her senses began to fail,
In her last minute, Hermione started regretting what she had done but she couldn't do anything to stop it. Her breathing quickened but she couldn't get much air in her lungs, her vision became foggy, and her head ached a lot.
With a final breath, Hermione closed her eyes and let herself fall unconsciously to the blood-wet floor of the bathroom.
A single tear trickled down her cheek.