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Harry
The next morning, something felt out of balance—and it seemed like I wasn't the only one. Something wasn't right. It seemed colder than usual, (it was still winter, and there was snow on the ground.) and darker, like something terrible had happened. Ron, Ginny and I walked down to breakfast only to have a few third years, come screaming about from the other direction. We were then stopped at a massive crowd of shell-shocked kids.
I froze when I saw the horrific sight. Teachers began to file into the corridor.
"What is going on here?" Professor McGonagall shouted. And she, too, froze at the sight. "Oh my goodness."
Mrs. Norris was hanging by her tail from a torch. She was brutally beaten to a pulp, blood was everywhere. Bones sticking out of her. Her skull was cracked open, and there was a big smile carved into her head. It was clear that magic didn't kill her.
Everyone hated Mrs. Norris, but whoever did this must've either been under mind control, or a psychotic homicidal maniac.
"Professor McGonagall! What is going on?" Dumbledore roared as he swept down the hall.
"Mrs. Norris was found dead," she whispered.
"Dead? Of old age?" he asked. He laid his eyes on the mutilated body of Mrs. Norris. "Oh my."
"Students! WHY aren't these students at breakfast?" Filch roared at the crowd of students, and pushed himself to the front of the crowd. "Mrs. Norris?" he choked. "Please, no. Not my Mrs. Norris!" He fell to his knees, sobbing. For the first time I felt sympathy for Filch, I'm sure that I wasn't the only one.
"Who would do this?" Filch screamed. "Why, why would anyone kill my precious cat?"
"Students! Please all go back to your dorms. Classes are all cancelled for the day. There will be a search of all dorms. House elves will bring all meals for the day."
We immediately listened to the headmasters orders.
"Where's Hermione?" I asked Ron. He shrugged as we went back to the dorm.
Mae
I expected more screaming. Though seeing Filch cry like a baby was worth it. I was hiding amongst the crowd. Blending in by standing out. It sort of worked. I headed back to the common room and acted as if nothing had happened at all. All my weapons were hidden in the room of requirement. No one would think to search there. Well, except one knife that I kept on me at all times. Never can be too careful.
I am smarter than people give me credit for. Batsy would think I'm slipping if he saw what I did to the cat. I did the same thing a few years ago to some people at a bank that we were robbing. I was the first back to the common room and went to the dorm to act as if I hadn't seen the cat. I was sitting strumming my guitar when Ginny came storming in.
"What did you do?" she asked calmly.
"What do you mean, Ginny?" I asked.
"Why did you kill Mrs. Norris?"
"I didn't. Why would I kill the cat?"
"You were the one that for two days straight continued to say, "curiosity killed the cat" then this morning the school wakes up to find a dead cat."
"You already said that. Why do you believe that it was me?"
"Your pictures. There's one of the Joker and his girlfriend, and one of Muse and Scarecrow. Why do you have those? Have they led you to violent beliefs?"
"You don't know what you are talking about, Ginny. So stop accusing me of this! I didn't even know that Mrs. Norris was dead!" I yelled. Would I be considered an actor or a liar?
"What happened to Hermione?" Ginny asked. "You weren't like this ever before."
"Maybe I always was but you never saw it."
"Whatever, Hermione. I need to go to my dorm before McGonagall gets there."
I went back to my work. The thing about J and me when we work, is that when we work, we got so absorbed that we don't even notice what goes on around us. Actually, that is a lie, we know what is going on, and we just don't always care.
"MISS. GRANGER!" I half waved it off. Sleep might be more important than I thought.
"Go away, I don't want to be engulfed in my worst fears…again," I mumbled.
"Miss. Granger. I going to count to three, and you better be up." Wait. Granger? Oh yeah. I'm at school, and trying to avoid trouble, or expulsion.
"Yes, Professor?" I asked and looked up at her.
"First of all, where is your bed?" I forgot that the head of my house didn't know what I had done to my bed.
"I burned the mattress so I could set up my small lab." I waved at my table and chemicals spread out all around the area. "Sleep isn't always needed for me to be active."
"Second why is there a hole in your table?"
"Hole in my table?" I looked down. "Corrosive acid!" I quickly grabbed the bottle and put it behind me. "Damn, I must've knocked it over when I conked out. Jay isn't going to happy that I wasted chemicals that he just sent me." Paravati and Lavender were laughing over in a corner.
"Corrosive acid?"
"A chemical that burns through most things. Like a potion, but a lot more dangerous," I shrugged.
McGonagall shook her head, and sighed. "I will deal with your bed situation later. I would like permission to go through your stuff to see if we can catch the culprit who murdered Mrs. Norris. I cannot believe that someone would kill a cat like that. Most people can hardly kill a fly! Besides, it couldn't have been a student, all students here have never killed anyone—." She trailed off. "Miss. Granger, if you would go stand over by Miss. Brown and Miss. Patil." I did as I was told.
McGonagall went through my stuff coming up with nothing. Everything that I had that was hidden in the room of requirement. Incriminating clothes, weaponry, purple spray paint, pictures of the corpse that I sent to Joker this morning. The only thing I didn't think to hide was the pictures of Jonathon, Joker, Harley and myself. Hopefully she wouldn't go through picture frames.
"Miss. Granger, what are these?" Damn it.
"Pictures of people I know from Gotham."
"They are criminals."
"No, one is the master of fear and a psychiatrist, the girl is a former psychologist who fell in love with an inmate at Arkham and turned into a psychopath, the other one is a nutjob of a clown who takes joy in killing."
"What about the girl?" I realized then that the magical community never got good pictures from Gotham. They only have an idea of what criminals look like.
"Muse," I stated simply.
"Well, you are cleared, for now. I will be going over your complete hospital file, tonight, Miss. Granger. Maybe I can get Poppy to fix your mind."
That got to me. "FIX! You filthy woman think that I'm BROKEN! I let you know that there is nothing that can really be done to fix me that my doctors haven't already tried a million times. I am not broken like some toy that you can just take some glue and piece it back together. That is what all the rouges hate about Arkham! We all may be demented, but that is who we are! Stop trying to fix us." I had my hand on my knife. "So don't even mention that I am."
McGonagall shivered at the tone in my voice. I smirked and she walked out of the room. "You barely passed Miss. Granger."
"You didn't have to do that, Hermione," Lavender said. "It wasn't polite. You never used to be like this."
"What do you actually know about me?" I left the room.
You know those times when you just need to clear your head? Most the time, I hate doing that, but I felt like doing it for once. My head is way over crowded with junk; clearing it out could never be easier than in empty hallways, especially if there was no longer a curious cat to call you out on it.
I was alone for a little while, at least. Mr. Draco Malfoy, (recently renamed Drake Black), seemed to find me. Which was strange, because he used to avoid me or torment me for the first five years that I have known him. Maybe it is because I have actually begun to bring out the Muse in me, that he is finally talking to me. Maybe he will become my next game. Another person's heart to mess with then shatter. A siren, a muse that leads men to their dooms by luring them into a trap. Though this one I won't be able to kill because he happens to be my boyfriend's cousin. Not like Jonathon will actually care.
"Hermione!" He called out. I ignored him. If he was going to know the name that my brother knew me by, then he was going to call me that. "Granger." He was confused. "Jean Mae?"
"Oh, Drake. I didn't hear you?" I said while giggling. "Do you need something?"
"You killed Mrs. Norris." It wasn't a question, more like a statement.
"Are you willing to make that accusation?" I said darkly. My knife slipped into my hand.
I saw him wince and then regain composure. "Yes." I walked up to him and held the knife to his neck.
"Are you afraid of me?" I hissed. He gulped. His eyes said yes.
"I'm not sure. What will happen if I am?" The fright was clear in his voice.
"You are afraid of me. The pureblood is afraid of Mae Napier. Ha!"
"Yes, I'm afraid. You brutally slaughtered a cat! How am I supposed to feel? What's worse is I know how you did it. Why did you do it?"
I threw my head back and laughed. "Why do you think I did it? That cat that was a sore excuse for a living being was getting on my nerves. I was bored, why else? Besides; people need some fear in their hearts."
"Was that the first time you ever killed something?"
"No. I was nine. I didn't grow up in a mansion, like you. I grew up in abandoned warehouses and on the streets. My brother and I had to work to live. By work, I mean robbing banks and scamming the mob."
"What about before you were nine?" I stared at him confused.
"Huh?" I tried to bring up memories. "I don't remember." I faked a sob; within a second, Drake was hugging me, and soothing me, saying it was okay.
"I have a new family. My brother, Harley, Jonathon, Harvey and Ivy are as close to family I have, and the rest of the rouges are all my friends, even when we try to kill each other all the time."
"Blaise is my only real friend. He is the only one who was there when I needed him. When I was accused of being the heir of Slytherin, or anytime I was having trouble with my parents." He stopped and then began shouting. "My father wanted me to become a Death Eater, for goodness sake. I was supposed to make a way for the Death Eaters to get into the school so I could kill Dumbledore! I may be a Black and a Malfoy, but that doesn't mean that I am horrid to the core! That was why the Dark Lord killed my mother, because I defied him! He thought it would change my mind about joining him. Who the hell would join someone that killed their mother? So he tortured me, before I told him that I wasn't his follower and ho couldn't control me. I ran and no one followed me." He looked down. "My mother's glamour wore off when I got home. By then it was too late for me to do anything. Our house elf gave me a letter from my mother telling me about my aunt and uncle."
"Sorry about your life, Drake, and your mother. I would hate to lose Harley or Jay."
"Don't bother pitying me. I can get through it," he said.
"Then make the same promise to me. And when you find out the truth about me, please don't run screaming."
"Alright then, Jean Mae. I promise."
"I won't promise but I will say that don't expect me to give you anything in return, I can never promise anything."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Ask your cousin! He still stays with me even though I might kill him one day!" I shout as I walk out the door. "Now. I need to go get some things from the Room of requirement. Later Drake!"
Drake
Hermione Granger, Jean Mae Napier is weird and terrifying. Why I even try to become her friend is weird. I don't even like her to begin with. Maybe it's because she knows my cousin? Or maybe it is that she needs a friend. Maybe I need a friend.
She is gone, way passed insanity. It is clear of that fact. Jean didn't even seem the least bit guilty of her crime. Of the pain she is putting the schools caretaker through. No guilt even passed through her eyes. It was enough to freak someone out. She clearly needs help, but where ever she was, they seemed to make it worse.
McGonagall
The nerve of that girl! Oh she is going to be in big trouble if she doesn't shape up soon. I opened her doctor's file back up the second I got back to my office. The last time I read it, I figured that this wasn't a medical file of psychical injuries, (though those were snuck in there every once in a while. She was in more of a prison than a hospital,) but mental. I never would have suspected that Hermione Granger had mental issues and violent tendencies. Though I never thought she would kill for fun either.
As I read through the file, I had learned that Hermione and her brother had escaped a few times from the hospital, only to be sent back after they were recaptured. There was one section that did catch my eye, and it made me wonder how much of her mental problems were faked.
Though all her mental sicknesses are indeed true, she is an excellent actor even with her illnesses. We were allowed to release her when we were convinced we had her almost sane enough to go out into the world. It was fine for two weeks before her foster parents were found dead in their home when the social workers came for the daily check in. An attack on the Asylum was four day later releasing her brother from his incarceration.
I feel as if things get worse a meeting with her parents should be organized.
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