Hermione almost couldn't believe that it had only been a few short weeks. She'd carried on with her life as much as possible, but she knew, as surely as the fall turns into a dreary winter and the winter into a renewing spring, that her life will never return to a normal state.
She sat in the Three Broomsticks now, singing her heart out. It had become something she regularly did, write songs and perform them. She had only just finished this one the other day. She had started it two days after it was over, and only just recently came up with the last verse.
Sunday is Gloomy,
My
hours are slumberless,
Dearest, the shadows I live with are
numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where
the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of
ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining
you
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday
She could see out into the audience and spotted platinum blonde hair; Draco Malfoy. Upon realizing who it was, Hermione also realized that she didn't care. School was done with; she need not deal with him anymore.
The war was finally over. The Order had won, if you could call it winning. Few survived. Harry had done it though. He had killed Voldemort, and in the act forsaken his own life.
Sunday
is gloomy
with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have
decided to end it all
Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that
are sad,
I know, let them not weep,
Let them know that I'm glad
to go
Death is no dream,
For in death I'm caressing you
With
the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday
She knew what would happen when she finished the song. She would go into the unisex bathroom and stare into the mirror for a hard hour before taking the nerve.
Divinations proved useful after all. She could see herself taking the rope from her pocket and tying it to the bar that ran across the bathroom stalls. She imagined herself step off the edge of the toilet and fall, being ripped upwards slightly as her body was held by the rope.
Sweet salvation.
Dreaming
I was
only dreaming
I wake and I find you
Asleep in the deep of
My
heart
Dear
If only this was a dream…
Darling I hope
that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I
wanted you
She would be discovered a few hours later by Draco Malfoy. He would enter the bathroom with every intention of relieving his bladder and instead find that Hermione Granger, in a tangle of grief and despair, had hanged herself.
He would then walk numbly to the bartender and inform him of this.
Granger…he would soon think. You never took the easy way out…why did you start now?
But she didn't care. She didn't care how many people she hurt, and that was very unlike her.
For once Hermione wanted things her way. She wanted the pain to end.
It was exactly three weeks from That Sunday (that was what the Order had taken to calling it) when seventeen year old Hermione Ann Granger, former Head Girl of Hogwarts and top in her year, would be pronounced legally dead by her own hand.
Gloomy Sunday
And what a horribly joyous day it would be.
Gloomy Sunday…
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I was in a horribly depressed state when I wrote this.
The song Gloomy Sunday was written by Billie Holiday. It is said that it is so depressing it was associated with (and apparently the cause of) hundreds of suicides in both Europe and America. (So of course Hermione had to sing it)
Sarah Mclachlan later sang this song, taking the notes to a new height. It was to this version that inspired me to write this.
Hope it doesn't suck too bad. Review please…