I am …

A Murderer


Ring . . . Ring . . .

Ring . . . Ring . . .

Hermione picked up the receiver, grudgingly; she wanted to be left alone.

"Ms Granger, it is Howard from the main desk, there is a Mr Weasley here to see you," Howard's voice was tense, like they knew everything, they knew nothing. "He is insistent that he be let up to your room."

"That's quite alright Howard, let him up," Hermione said, her voice sickly sweet, she put down the receiver and moved across the apartment, until she reached the living room, and lounged across the sofa, opposite the door, half expecting it to be blown off its hinges, she was surprised then, when she hears two gentle knocks.

"Come in," Her voice betrayed how rattled she was by the knocking, but ignored it, and smiled as Ron walks into the room, his face completely clear of all emotion. It was something of a jolt to the system, which she had prepared herself for, it had been a while since she had last seen him.

"If it were a girl they were going to call the baby Lily Hermione, regardless of what had happened," Ron told her as he took the seat opposite Hermione; he did not sit back, but rather lean forward, hunched, as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. The words confused Hermione, she had little clue of what he was talking about, none of themtalked to her anymore, and she had long ago given up on the newspapers. "You were to be named the godmother, and I the godfather, regardless of what had happened."

His words were starting to hit her, starting to get to her, the way he was talking was chilling.

"It's a boy; they are calling him Albus Severus," Hermione wanted to laugh, what a ridiculous name. "Well that's what Harry is calling him."

Did Ginny have no say?

"Because Ginny died."

Hermione tensed, she did not let her emotions betray her.

"When you left, Ginny had run out of the house, she didn't see the car coming through the tears, she just ran, and was hit; they only just managed to save Albus," He was almost choking on the words as he said them. "We could have figured it out, Hermione; we could have made it work… Anything, I would have given anything to make it as you wanted, but I can't fight something that you wouldn't let me… But this? Harry and Ginny? What about James and Albus, have you even spared them a second thought, just a second… Do you want to tell them why there mother is no longer there?"

He was growing angrier with each and every word, and he was on his feet, his face beet red, and she was scared of him, her husband, she was so scared of him, for the first time since that day, she truly thought that maybe she'd done this wrong, but it was too late now, there was no going back.

The wizarding world would know, and the order would reject her, and the Weasley's would probably kill her without a second thought, because she hadn't just messed up, she'd destroyed everything. And meant it.

… Just not like this.

"You killed her!" Ron bellowed, his fury bubbling, and she could not blame him, though she dare not let it show, his fingers clasped around a lamp beside him, and he threw it against the opposite wall.

"AND I CAN'T KILL YOU!" He roared at her. "Because somewhere I still love you."

"If that's all Ronald, I would like for you to leave," Her voice was cold, and emotionless. He looked at her with eyes so intense, that's she felt a shiver run down her spine, and not in the good way, but the way that instils fear into you.

"You murdered my sister." Ron said, his voice hard, and she could feel the words stabbed her through the heart. She showed nothing though.

"I think you'll find Ron, that your sister killed herself when she ran into traffic," Hermione said, cold and detached, and she was sure for a second that he was going to lunge at her, strangle her to death, and maybe she deserved that.

Instead he dropped some papers on the table between them, and walked off.

"Sign those, and get it done soon," Ron said quietly as he reached the door, not looking back at her, and looking down she saw it in black and white.

Petition for Divorce

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before pulling out a pen, and signing on the dotted line.

She did not look to see what he wanted, or any of the terms, she just sent them back to him, wanting them out of her apartment. Then she walked back to her bed and curled up, she had brought this on herself. She had wanted to hurt them, like they had hurt her, but this… she could never take this back.