Cry For A Shadow
Hermione and Harry returned totheir common room. Hermione vomited on the spot.
"Hermione, we have to figure out a plan. We've got to go back in save her. We won't have much time, we know Luna won't talk, and Bellatrix will just get bored."
"Harry." Hermione sobbed. "She's dead. Bellatrix burned her alive." Hermione collapsed on the floor. Harry's heart sank, he had been determined to not let this happen. He felt as terrible as Hermione looked.
Hermione sobbed on the floor where she had crumpled down to. Harry sat on his favorite chair in the room where he could see outside the window. The silence carried on for what seemed like an eternity. Hermione finally got up to wash herself up, preparing to tell the news to the others. Harry peered out the window, looking at Hagrid's house.
There was something strange about it. It looked dead. Maybe with all of the innocent deaths, the world began to look dead, Harry thought. But then he looked above the House.
"HERMIONE!" Harry yelled. "COME ON, WE'VE GOT TO GET TO HAGRID'S."
Hermione ran back into the common room.
"Oh no, please not Hagrid." She saw it too, above Hagrid's hut was the dark mark. Hermione and Harry bolted from their common room, down the ever moving stairs, through the great wall and out the door. They ran along the path to Hagrid's hut and stopped when they saw the dark figure standing outside the door. Hagrid's body lay on the ground next to his hut, Fluffy crying beside it. Harry saw tears fall from Hermione's cheeks but she remained silent. In a rush of anger, Harry tried to storm the dark figure, but Hermione grabbed his arm to stop him.
"This is not the time to be rash." She hissed in his ear.
The dark figure, however, lifted his arm to curse Fluffy, but before Harry had a chance to react, Hermione quickly moved her arm, and the dark figure fell to the ground.
Harry and Hermione ran towards it.
"Snape..Hadn't he done enough." Hermione said sarcastically. Harry tied his arms and legs with his wand, and they brought Snape into Hagrid's hut.
"Grab his wand Harry, I'll be right back." Hermione said. Harry took Snape's wand from him, and waited for Hermione to return.
Harry had never wanted to defeat Voldemort more in his life. Hagrid had been murdered. The very first wizard Harry knew was gone. He was sick of his friends dying for him, sick of watching families and friendships be destroyed because one man, or whatever he was, had a set of twisted values encouraging people to kill for the cause of discrimination. Harry was going to stop it. He was the chosen one, and Hagrid was the last straw.