I was running through the halls, trying to find him. Where did he go? What was he doing out so late? He could be killed, god he was such a dumb arse sometimes! He knew better than to not go out this late, one of the Head Masters would catch him and kill him for sure. I didn't care that the same was probably going to happen to me, I needed to find him. That's when I heard it. "Crucio," rang out in the night as well as his pain filled screams. NO! They were torturing him, even worse than what I thought they would do. I thought that they would just kill him. But here I was, back clinging against the wall, tears tore down my face. They're coldness making this nice even more empty and lonely. Listening to him yell in pain. It was enough to make me cringe.
I bent down slowly, trying not to make any sound. If that were even possible. I was shaking so bad with fear that every sense to me was so sensitive. His screams were even more piercing to my ears. The smell of the stone that my feet and back pressed against actually had a smell tonight. As I peered around the corner I could see him writhing in pain and the Head Master just towering over him like this were normal. The taste of my tears was like drinking an ocean. They were non-stop and drenched in salt. I pulled my wand from my boot slowly, prepared to fight whoever had done this to him. The way it felt on my hand, it was different. I could feel every small crack in it, the design on it was no doubt imprinted in my hand. Then I wondered, who was doing this to him. I knew it was one of the Head Masters, but who? The face, I couldn't see it. I said my senses became sharper yet I couldn't make out the face. "Avada Kadavra," a voice said. Not yelled, but said as calmly as if it were nothing.
Then I could hear nothing as the screaming stopped. The night was silent again. Too quiet for my taste and ears. There was no more for me to hold on to. No more telling me that he was still here and still be with me. I clenched my eyes and gripped the wand in my hand tighter, forcing more tears to come out. And I swear that if the wand were glass my hand would be covered in blood. Then I figured I should kill whoever did this to him.
But was I willing to do it? I thought I was. It wasn't that hard. "Come on Hermione," I whispered to myself. Just say it, I thought. I stepped out from my hiding spot slowly. My wand was raised high as I stared into the face of his killer. Then yelled the curse at the Head Master, "Avada Kadavra!" I had done it. I killed him. With that curse. It was enough to make me cringe.
The Head Master fell to the floor all too quickly. I stood there, head and wand held high. Like I was proud of myself. But there was fear on my face. They killed him and there was no getting him back. The thought made me want to crumble into pieces. But I ran over to his body and held him crying. I couldn't believe it had come to this. This wasn't like me. Wasn't like him. I used to be different. As did he. But it all started one year at Hogwarts. That blonde hair. It had attracted me. And for some reason my locks had drew him in as well. The way he smiled and laughed had also reeled me in. But I had no idea why. Now as I held his dead body, crying over him, I realized why.