A/N Just a short oneshot that I though up in the last hour or so. It's not very long, but please tell me what you think, or if it makes any sense. If it doesn't, please let me know.
The clocked ticked again.
It was mocking me. I could tell. Just letting the time tick by endlessly while it knew I wanted it to stop. I knew it was doing it to spite me. Every time it ticked and every time it tocked. Just to spite me.
Maybe I was giving the clock too much credit. Maybe the clock really didn't know that I wanted it to stop ticking. Maybe it didn't know that as soon as it struck 7, my life was over.
But it had been looking at me this whole time. It saw when I was assigned detention. It saw when I refused to go for something so trivial. It saw when I was given and even greater amount of detention time. It saw when I broke down and started shouting obscenities at my professor. It saw when he shouted back. It saw when I pulled my wand on him.
Looking back, that was the point of no return. Up until then I could have stopped and accepted the enormous punishment that was bound to follow my actions. But I didn't. I kept on going. The clock knew that. It had seen.
I felt its horror as it saw what I did. As it saw me break and lose control completely. I knew the clock had felt my insanity as I had felt its horror. Every eye in the room had been on me and the professor, as I attacked him. Flinging jinx after jinx, hex after hex, curse after curse.
The clock had seen the bright green light that shown as I fired off the one curse that no one should. I knew it was disappointed in me. Hell, I would be too. In fact, I am. I am disappointed in myself. Not for killing him, but for breaking. It had taken seven years, but I finally broke. Everyone had been waiting for the day that I would lose it completely. The day where I would finally do what I had been longing to do for seven long years.
The clocked ticked, alerting me to the time. The faculty had been in a meeting since the "incident", probably discussing my discontinued stay at Hogwarts. I knew there was no way that I could ever stay. Not after what I did.
As the clocked neared 7, I thought over the events that conspired after I had killed my professor. The entire class had been in shock as the green hue faded. Every eye turned either on me or on the dead body. And then, all at once, everyone started shouting. I remember someone running to get the Headmaster, but not much else after that. The next thing I recall was being dragged out of the classroom by the Head Boy.
Footsteps stirred me from my thoughts. I listened closely; they came from down the hall. They started to fade away but then, in a seemingly split second decision, turned around and came closer. I watched as a figure came into view. The widely recognized face of the Boy-Who-Lived was contorted into a mask of rage and disappointment. I sighed and lowered my face, waiting for the inevitable shouting.
It never came.
"Why," was all I heard, a quiet whisper that I could have missed had I not been paying attention.
"I don't know," I said, my head still down. "I just lost it."
A sigh, "You've never lost it before."
"No, I haven't. And I won't ever again." The clocked rang out. It was 7.
The door opened, illuminating the hallway before it.
"Ms. Granger," The Headmaster said.
"Yes?"
"Come with me."
THE END
A/N Thanks for reading all the way down to the bottom, please leave a review. I'm a sucker for feedback. :)