The first thing I have to say is that I am not a native speaker, so there might be a few mistakes… But I love the English language so much and I think that it has its own magic that I want to write in English.

This is the translation of my story "Die einzige logische Konsequenz" which I already published here.

I know that there will be a few mistakes in this story but if you would be so kind as to write me a message to tell me of them, I will immediately correct them :)

Well, I hope you like my story.

Disclaimer: All figures belong to Joanne K. Rowling and I don't earn my money with these stories.

The only logical consequence

They had found her suicide note after they had found her corpse… and so a few questions were answered and new ones were asked at the same time:

He is dead, so I want to die, too. Maybe no one can understand this but for me it is like this. I am not able and do not want to live like this anymore! He was the centre of my life even though he never was allowed to be so and most likely didn't want to be. He was my inspiration and encouragement, the embodiment of knowledge and intelligence. He was the one who had put me down my entire life – and who therefore had urged me every time anew and had given me an unbelievable strength without I probably wouldn't have survived this whole insanity… But I did survive – and he didn't! I've loved him now for so many years, no one will be able to understand this but who is able to explain love? You can't choose with whom you will be in love but it never bothered me that he was my teacher. It never bothered me that he was twenty years older than me. And it never bothered me that he was how he was: sarcastic, severe and mean but also – and this not many people know – unbelievable brave, brilliant and even sometimes – very rarely and just to a few persons to whom I never belonged to – friendly and helpful. I have loved him exactly how he was and not in a different way! I write "I have loved him" but actually this isn't true: I do love him! Just because he is dead does not mean that my love to him has gone away… Even though I have loved him all these years and still love him it was in vain though because I always knew that it was forbidden – something that is still upsetting me all the time: How can one forbid love?! But with this in mind I would be able to live on; after all I wouldn't be his student for ever. No, there was another reason that forced me close to the edge of despair and almost into a deep depression: I knew deep in my heart that he would never, never love me back! Never! It had been always like this and it would never have changed even if he would have lived for a hundred years – I was nothing more than a know-it-all and an annoying student! He maybe didn't hate me but he definitely loathed me… Always. And there was nothing that I could have been able to do… And now he is dead… And because I can't stand a life without him there is only one logical consequence…

And because of this reason I say Goodbye to my family, my friends, my life…

Hermione Granger

THE END.

If anyone would like me to translate their stories from English into German (in which I hardly make any mistakes :) ), then just write me a message and I will think about it. :)