Chapter Four: For Those Who Loved Her
Hermione got up and left Harry where he was standing, leaving her whole world behind, there was nothing to live for anymore.
"I'm gald you understand" Those words echoed through Hermione's mind as she walked form the boy she loved, despite his flaws. She didn't understand, why did he say that?
With tears running down her face, Hermione ran back to Hogwart's grounds, to the whomping willow. Swinging its' branches at Hermione she shakingly said "Immobulus" and the tree stopped attacking her, and stayed still. Hermione jogged to the secret entrance to the shreiking shack. It looked no different as it had in may, the same broken doors, creaking floor boards and even the chipped and faded wallpaper.
Hermione sat in the corner of the room, where she always had. She lifted the broken floor board next to her, which held yet another of her saviors. She cut with the usual amount of pain however this time was different. She couldn't cope with the pain of Harry leaving her. He was her whole world. A life without him, was no life at all. With that last thought, Hermione pushed the blade in further, deeper into her arm. Blood rushed out, she cut yet onther line, even deeper and more meaningful. Blood covered her jeans, the floor and herself. The pain was finally leaving her.
Hermione's sight gradually faded and the lights grew dim. Life was leaving her face, her hand droppe the balde, her eyes shut slowely and her final words left her lips.
"Harry, I love you. So much."
THE END