Aurors were everywhere. There were Healers from St. Mungo's checking to make sure that everyone in the building was alright, and there was so much noise from all the commotion.

Hermione was in shock. Jessica Fletcher, her roommate, was dead. Yes, she was in a better place, but she still got killed right in Hermione's flat.

She couldn't get the image out of her head. Jess was just lying there, her eyes open and blank. They reminded her of Dobby's. she wished she could forget.

"Miss Granger! Abby Licham, of the Daily Prophet! May we get a few questions answered about this tragic incident?" Lovely. The Daily Prophet was here now. How could this get any worse?

'Hermione Granger, we will need you in for questioning. Please come with me to the Ministry." said Ford Edwards, who was the Head of Magical law enforcement. She should have learned not to ask that question.

They think I killed Jess?! thought Hermione worriedly. She couldn't be accused of murder! She'd never be able to have a good life again! She could see it now… headlines of magazines… and what would her parents think?! She had to prove her innocence! But how? She needed time to think of a plan, to-

"Miss Granger! Could you please do a short interview for the-"

Never mind that plan, she needed to get out of here! She hooked arms with Ford and they apparated to the Ministry of Magic. They silently took the elevator up to Ford's office and sat on opposite sides of the desk.

"Well, Miss Granger, here we are," Hermione just stared at Ford, waiting, "erm, I am sorry for your loss. You have my deepest condolences,"

"Thank you, Mr. Ford, sir. I'm in shock that she died right under my nose… I feel like-"

"Sadly, Miss Granger, we are not here to talk about your feelings, we are here to talk about the fact that you are the prime suspect in Jessica Fletcher's murder!" Said Ford harshly, "Now, were you or were you not in the flat during the crime?"

"Well, yes but-"

"And did you or did you not have your wand with you at the time?"

"Yes, but I can explain-"

"Then please do, Miss Granger! Please explain why you just happened to be in the flat, AND had your wand with you, and your roommate just HAPPENED to drop-" Hermione was livid. How dare he accuse her of murder?

She stormed over to Ford and jabbed her finger at his chest and yelled, "Merlin, you listen to me and you listen well! I have been through so much! I've seen thousands of people get killed! Do you honestly think-"

"Miss Granger, you had the ability, the opportunity, and the motive-"

"What?! Please! You're saying I had the ABILITY to murder my friend?"

"You are fully capable of producing a Killing Curse! And you were in the flat COMPLETELY ALONE! THERE'S YOU'RE OPPORTUNITY!" Ford raised his voice.

"Oh, and I just HAPPENED to have a craving to KILL MY ROOMMATE?!" Hermione said angrily.

"You DO REALIZE that she was pick-pocketing your money? You have lost over one million galleons in the past year! That's the PERFECT reason to MURDER SOMONE!"

"She WHAT?!" Jess stole money from her? So that's why she always had more money than her!

"Oh, look! The brightest witch of her age, a murderer, AND too naïve to know when there is a THIEF under her roof!" Ford insulted.

"Oh yeah? Well I have a MOTIVE, and OPPORTUNITY to PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE. AND I SURE DO HAVE THE ABILITY!" Hermione yelled. And she punched Ford Edwards in the face and left. No one accused her of things. Not. One. Person.