Title: Not Always Perfect
Author: SxyAngelSxyDevil
Rating: M
Pairing: Hermione
Disclaimer:I don't own Harry Potter. The characters in this story are not owned by me. All credit goes to the wonderful JK Rowling. Only the plot belongs to me.
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Not Always Perfect
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She knew the nightmares would come back. They always did. Ever since 5th year in the Department of Ministries. Since Sirius died. Toturing her mind. Killing her from the center.
It wasn't her fault. It was just an honest mistake. It was all a coincidence. She tried to tell Harry but he didn't listen. He just went bullheaded into the Ministry, not realizing the consequences.
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She knew they were watching. Whenever she left they dorm, they watched. She was blamed for Sirius's death. Blamed for the fact that Harry didn't kill Voldemort. She has always been known as the innocent (guilty) one of the three. The perfect angel. Not anymore.
She avoided meals, knowing the whispers (screams) would echo. She sat alone in classes now. No longer was she one (brains) of the Golden Trio.
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The loving (death) notes came on a hourly basis. They constantly came. She smiled (grimaced) from the thoughts that came from these notes. Everyone (No one) spoke to her and never (constantly) whispered about her.
This was her dream (nightmare), her reality. There was no escape. There was no hidden door to an oasis of peace. There was no trap door leading to eternal sleep. This was the reality that was eating her alive.
She rarely ate, rarely slept, just existed in a space and time that wanted to throw her out of it.
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In hopes of living (dying), she moved to the Head Girls dorm. The only paradise in this desert of sin. Finally arriving in her room, she laughed (screamed) as a release of her pain. Moving into the bathroom, she filled the bathtub with water. As she slipped into the water, she picked up the bath oil (razor) and prepared herself. Sliding the razor down the inside of her arm, she grimaced (smiled) as the blood began to leave her arm.
Her last thought (prayers) was that she was finally leaving this place of nightmares and was finally reaching peace.
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The next day, Professor McGonagall was sent to Hermione Granger's room to inquire why she hadn't attended any of her classes that day. She knocked on the Head Girl's portrait but received no reply. Saying the set password, Professor McGonagall walked into the bedroom. She noticed the trail of belongings leading to the bathroom.
It was announced at dinner that Head Girl Hermione Granger, 17, had died from blood loss. No one listened to Headmaster Dumbledore's announcement. They just continued talking. This was their "believed" judgement.
When the Final Battle came upon them, they wondered why Harry Potter didn't have a plan to defeat Voldemort. They also wondered why Headmaster Dumbledore told them to be prepared for the worst.
A/N:
This story is not to be seen as me dissing Hermione. It's written to show the other sides of people that no one sees. The sides of the people that are believed to be perfect.