Pt. 4
Back at Hogwarts. It's been a week since I died but it seems like much longer. It's extremely quiet- no one's really talking. People roam the hallways with sadness in their eyes and in class the pain moves to their lips.
Dumbledore canceled all Quidditch for the rest of the year. You'd think people would be outraged but so far no one has questioned his decision. I personally think it's an awful idea. Why cancel Quidditch over a mean, heartless fool? I guess people saw something in me I didn't.
everyone's just sitting and sipping their Butterbeers in the Slytherin common room. It's like watching something with the mute and slow motion button non. Even Crabbe and Goyle , who beat my stomach in at my funeral, are acting mindless.
I'm going to the Gryffindor common room now to see if their situations are the same as Slytherins.
"Something bothering you Hermoine?" Harry looked up from the Daily Prophet meeting her eye.
"No," she flat out lied and it was obvious. She knew something and it was eating her alive. He looked as if she hadn't had sleep in days and her hair was messier than usual. She was the shit.
Harry kept his eye on her as she tried to avoid his. With a deep sigh he went back to his print, concentrating on a article by Rita Skeeter.
Hermoine groaned and walked away into her dorm room. I followed her as her knees buckled and she burst into tears. She reached, hands shaking, under her bed and pulled out an old shoe box. It was highly decorated, mostly muggle or muggle-loving celebrities. One thing on there though is out of place. It's writing, her handwriting. I'm not sure if I'm seeing it clearly. It can't be.
"Blood is good, especially when it's flowing from your wrists."
A/N: Review! please! he he! OH and I don't own shit unfourtanetly...
Back at Hogwarts. It's been a week since I died but it seems like much longer. It's extremely quiet- no one's really talking. People roam the hallways with sadness in their eyes and in class the pain moves to their lips.
Dumbledore canceled all Quidditch for the rest of the year. You'd think people would be outraged but so far no one has questioned his decision. I personally think it's an awful idea. Why cancel Quidditch over a mean, heartless fool? I guess people saw something in me I didn't.
everyone's just sitting and sipping their Butterbeers in the Slytherin common room. It's like watching something with the mute and slow motion button non. Even Crabbe and Goyle , who beat my stomach in at my funeral, are acting mindless.
I'm going to the Gryffindor common room now to see if their situations are the same as Slytherins.
"Something bothering you Hermoine?" Harry looked up from the Daily Prophet meeting her eye.
"No," she flat out lied and it was obvious. She knew something and it was eating her alive. He looked as if she hadn't had sleep in days and her hair was messier than usual. She was the shit.
Harry kept his eye on her as she tried to avoid his. With a deep sigh he went back to his print, concentrating on a article by Rita Skeeter.
Hermoine groaned and walked away into her dorm room. I followed her as her knees buckled and she burst into tears. She reached, hands shaking, under her bed and pulled out an old shoe box. It was highly decorated, mostly muggle or muggle-loving celebrities. One thing on there though is out of place. It's writing, her handwriting. I'm not sure if I'm seeing it clearly. It can't be.
"Blood is good, especially when it's flowing from your wrists."
A/N: Review! please! he he! OH and I don't own shit unfourtanetly...
