Hermione opened her eyes to whiteness. A pimply faced teen in all white approached her. Hermione blinked and King's Cross slowly materialized around her.
"Who are you? Aren't you supposed to be Dumbledore?"
"Nah," The girl shrugged. "That wouldn't've worked if Dumbledore was one of the final two."
"What-"
"This is my story. I get to be Death, okay?" The girl's eye began to twitch.
"Okay," Hermione held up her arms in surrender. "Do whatever you want."
The girl grinned and bowed. "I-" she said dramatically, "am Book_boys_are_better." She looked at Hermione expectedly.
"Is that- is that supposed to mean something to me?"
The girls smile vanished. "Hey, shut up! Two thousand followers doesn't make me completely irrelevant."
"Whatever you say," Hermione sang.
"Just-" the girl became agitated. "Just get back out there, okay?"
"You're bringing me back to life?" Hermione began to regret teasing the wonder, amazing, incredible teen.
"Yeah. The followers chose you and I'm too lazy to write this from two perspectives."
"What are you-"
Book_boys_are_better began massaging her forehead. "Just go kill Sirius." Then… Hermione woke up.
Sirius was crying over her corpse and did not realize she had come back to life. Hermione slowly reached out for her wand and swung it towards Sirius.
"Avadacadavra!" She screamed, while Sirius shouted "Expelliarmus!"
Sirius died.
Hermione laughed as she walked away from her old school to the boos and applause of the muggles.
Who used Expelliarmus in a death match?