Said Weasel and Bookworm, were sitting near where Harrietta Potter died, in their own little world. They sat, oblivious to the stares, and glares, as if their ex-friend had not just committed suicide. Hermione was laughed at something Ron said, which wasn't really that funny, but was hilarious to her. She didn't think care about anything at that moment, other than her big-headed slob of a boyfriend. They sat, not caring that their ex-friend was dead. In their defense, they were no longer friends with her. But they didn't even pay a little respect, for what used to be one third of the 'golden trio.' When Dumbledore gave them the two booklets, they put it to the side, and started snogging. Usually, it would result in wolf-whistles, or cheers, but, as the duo broke apart, and looked up, it just obtained glares. "What?" Ron said, shrugging. An angry Hufflepuff glared at him. "The Girl-Who-Lived is dead!" He opened her mouth to say more, but closed it when he got the end of the glares. Surprisingly, it was a Slytherin in her 7th year who spoke next. "A student killed herself. Even if it wasn't the holy Girl-Who-Lived, we should still respect them. Even if they were from another house, we still care." Suddenly she strode up to the red-headed boy, and slapped him, hard. He fell, from the momentum of the slap, and hit the ground. He started to complain, before realizing that everyone there, including the Professors, just stood in their spots, and watched him. He glared at Professor McGonagal. "You don't assign detention, or take away points? She HIT me, for heavens sake!" The animagus stood, staring quite angrily at the young man. "Yes I believe I shall take points off. 100 points, off..." She stopped at Ron's smug expression, and the the groans of the other students, especially the Slytherins. "Let me finish." She barked, quite ironic, since her animagus form is a cat, and watched Ron's smugness evaporate from his face. "Off GRYFFINDOR for disgracing our house. Never have I seen less honorable Gryffindors. We are a house. We should stand, united. I'm not saying that Hogwarts should be separated into 4 houses," She said, quickly, seeing the faces of the other students, especially the Slytherins, "But when there is no one else to turn to, there should always be your house." She bowed her head. "I'm afraid Mrs. Potter got the respect she deserved from everyone. Even Slytherins, her rival house, except her two ex-friends. 500 points to Slytherin, for being there when no one else could, and for putting aside trivial house rivalries. And 400 points for Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, for supporting Mrs. Potter when her own house failed to." And with that, she turned on her heel, and walked away,leaving everyone stunned, especially two certain Gryffindor's. The two Gryffindor's picked up their booklet, before retreating to the Room of Requirement, seeing as their fellow Gryffindor's were shunning them, they couldn't go to their common room. Hermione's consiounce panged, after she remembered it was Harry who showed her the room, but she shoved her guilt down, and went inside. There was a nice and cozy room, with a crackling fireplace. She sat down in an armchair, and waited for Ron to do the same. He walked around for a moment, before a bed appeared in the background. Hermione, oblivious to Ron's intentions, said, cheerfully. "Smart thinking Ron! We can't go to sleep in the Gryffindor common room anyway. We managed to lose 100 points in a single go! They'll hate us for sure." Ron smirked, and replied "Yeah...I realized." She smiled at her boyfriend, before looking at the booklet. She opened it up, not noticing Ron's staring at her body, eagerly. "Hey Hermione." He started. "Want to go to bed n-" before being interrupted with a gasp. Hermione had just stuck her hand onto the book, and it had went thru the book. She started talking about how advanced this magic was, and the theory behind it, while Ron stifled a yawn. He had thought that she was hot, but she talked waaay to much. "Hermione, let's go into the pensive." He suggested, eager to find a way to shut her up, and hurry up the process of wooing her into bed. She smiled and said. "Alright. Hold my hand." He grabbed her hand, and the duo appeared in her memories. The first one they were thrust into was one where she was a small child. She looked around 7 years old, and she was bowing her head, as a giant pig of a man yelled at her. "HOW DARE YOU, YOU FREAK! YOU BURNED BREAKFAST, AGAIN, AND BROUGHT HOME BETTER GRADES THEN DUDLEY? I THOUGHT I SAID NO USING THAT...THAT FREAKISHNESS TO TAKE DUDLEY'S GRADES! HE HAD TO GO THRU STRESS OF HIS GRADES, AND HE DIDN'T EVEN EAT PROPERLY!" Harry tried to explain that Dudley had pushed her, causing her to tip the breakfast into the fire of the stove, and that she had earned those grades herself. She told him that, before he exploded, and slapped her. Hard. Her head knocked against the floor boards, and a trickle of blood ran down her face. She trembled, and slowly attempted to get up. The man kicked her in her ribs, and pushed her right back down. She groaned, and didn't move. The man smirked, and slowly took out his belt. "You deserve this freak." He said, laughing cruelly, as he lazily raised the belt. Harry lay on the floor, and closed her eyes, and bit her lip, preparing for it to land. And it did, a second later. WHACK. The belt hit the small girls back. She gritted her teeth, and curled up in a ball. WHACK. It hit her again. Over and over the hand rose and let down the piece of leather with a sounding crack. The little girl didn't make a single noise. Slowly, a red color appeared on her shirt. Upon further examination, Hermione confirmed that it was blood. She shuddered. What a cruel environment to live in. The girl took the beating, and at the end, was picked up by the neck on her shirt, and thrown into a cupboard. "STAY IN THERE FREAK, UNTIL YOU LEARN YOUR LESSON." The man screeched, and then added, as an after thought. "AND NO FOOD...FOR A WEEK!" He strode off, wickedly laughing, while Hermione watched, horror struck. Ron was just watching with a bored expression, but inside, he did feel a little guilt. Just a little. They moved on to the next scene. And the next. And the next. They were all short scenes of abuse. Until they came to one that broke Hermione's heart, and Ron's cold shell. She was sitting, and watching the Dursely family sit around, celebrating Mrs. Petunia Dursley's birthday. She made breakfast, and did everything she could. The Gryffindor duo watched in silence as the family ate in peace and quiet, without a single complaint about how terrible the food was. Instead, they mocked Harry's hair, and parents, everything they could make snide remarks about. When Harry finished serving them, and cleared the table, Petunia went to open her presents. Harry disappeared into the cupboard, and walked out with a wrapped something. She bowed slightly, and put her arms out, holding the present out to her aunt. Everyone stared at her. "H-happy birthday Au-ma'am." She said stuttering a little, The first one to break the awkward silence was her uncle. "You better not have any funny business in there girl, or so help me, you won't be able to ever walk again." He said in a deathly whisper. The girl barely compressed a shudder, and said, "N-no s-s-sir." The woman took the package suspiciously,and unwrapped the present. It was a Cõmąta make-up bag, a designer make-up bag, one that wasn't even in stores. The man looked at her, suspiciously. This was what Petunia had wanted, but it just came out today. He didn't have time to wait around in a line all night. After all, he'd miss his darling wife's birthday. And from what he had heard, it was quite expensive. He wondered where the freak had gotten the money from. If that thing was a thief, then he would throw her out immediately. He wasn't going to jail as her accomplice, for harboring a criminal. No way. "Where did you get this, you freak?" He asked in a deathly whisper. "Where freak? WHERE?" Harry visibly gulped, and said, in a stuttering shaky voice. "I-I h-h-helped out a-a girl, w-when she f-fell i-in a r-river, a-and s-she r-r-repaid me with t-that b-bag...h-her parents o-owned t-the s-store which s-sold them." Her aunt put it away, a nasty look in her eyes. "Do you honestly think I'll like you because of this? I hate you. I always will. You are no better than the filth on the streets. Get out of my sight." She said, harshly, and slapped the girl. As she rose, the woman said, in a much calmer voice. "Dudley, come show Mummy what you got her." As she left, she saw her aunt kissing Dudley, for a picture he drew her, 5 minutes before breakfast that morning. Tears formed at her emerald green eyes, but she brushed them aside. But the tears kept flowing. She went into her cupboard, and sat there, feeling tears run down her face, and she wept. Hermione bit the inside of her cheek, and blinked away forming tears. Ron looked horror struck, and had his face open like a guppy. The next memory was a short one. It was when the trio had met. Hermione emotions consisted of sadness, while Ron felt guilty They moved on to the last memory. This one was like Draco's, but they didn't know that. She was standing, on top of the Astronomy tower. She turned, and the look in her eyes was enough to get even Voldemort to cower in fear, not that he'd admit it. She looked straight, where Ron and Hermione were conveniently placed. "Hello, my dear friends." She said, sarcastically. "You should know, right off the bat, that you were one of the reasons I decided to jump off the tower. And no, I'm not real, or a ghost. I'm simply a memory." She glared, and Ron cowered a little. "You were supposed to be my friends." She said, sadly. "We were the golden trio. The friends who would never be apart. Then you too started dating. Because I told both of you that you liked each other. I brought you together. And got repaid with this." She turned her back on them, and stared out into the distance. "I hope you both live a happy life." She said quietly, turning back to them, as a tear went down her face. "Because I die, today, friendless." She waved her hand, and the duo came back into the reality again. Hermione sat, sobbing, and Ron tried to comfort her. They sat there, quietly, guilt eating the two of them up. And fell asleep, the only thing on their minds the girl they inadvertently killed.