Disclaimer: This is my plot but the characters belong to the great J.K.
Rowling.
A/N: This is my first fic, flames are welcome.
Back in Black Chapter 1
It was 3 in the morning. Hermione Granger was dressed in all black, walking around in the middle of the street. 'With any luck', she thought, 'I'll be hit by an oncoming car.' The truth was, Ms. Granger no longer had her love for life. It had left after she left Hogwarts. Or maybe Ron had stolen it, one of the two. She was sick of waiting for a car to come, so she started on her way. To where, she did not know. But just as she left the street, a car drove by at top speed. "DAMN!" She swore out loud. "Why is god punishing me? Why is he making me stay here on Earth?!" Then she noticed where she was. She was near the entrance to Knockturn Alley. 'Of course! I can just get a suicide potion! That's it!' So she headed toward the entrance of the dark apothetary.
*BOOM!*
"DAMN!" Severus Snape swore, stepping out from behind his cauldorn. 'The Headmaster needs me to finish this new potion by tomorrow! Diagon Alley of course would be closed this time of nig-morning.' He corrected himself. He sighed as he strode toward the exit of his dungeon and made his way down the sloping lawns to the Hogwarts gates.
Some time later, Hermione emerged from the magical drug store with a bottle labaled 'Instant Death'. She sure hoped so, the quicker she left this world, the better. She walked to the nearest public restroom. It was a grungy and rather creepy place. She found that she didn't care much. No one would look for her here. 'Not that they would bother looking at all.' Harry and his fiancé Cho were off playing Quidditch together, and Ron. . . well Ron had been quite the bastard ever since there shall we say. . . one night stand? She unscrewed the cap to the bottle and looked at herself in the mirror one last time. She was a wreck. Her hair was in more tangles than Hagrid's beard, and her pale skin clashed horribly with her black attire. 'No one will miss me.' "Bottoms up. . ." And she drank it. What she did not notice. . . was that she was not the only soul out and about it Knockturn Alley that night.
A/N: Ok, I'm gunna leave it here for now. Please review and tell me if you want me to continue or not. If it absolutely sucks let me know! Love from kitkat
Back in Black Chapter 1
It was 3 in the morning. Hermione Granger was dressed in all black, walking around in the middle of the street. 'With any luck', she thought, 'I'll be hit by an oncoming car.' The truth was, Ms. Granger no longer had her love for life. It had left after she left Hogwarts. Or maybe Ron had stolen it, one of the two. She was sick of waiting for a car to come, so she started on her way. To where, she did not know. But just as she left the street, a car drove by at top speed. "DAMN!" She swore out loud. "Why is god punishing me? Why is he making me stay here on Earth?!" Then she noticed where she was. She was near the entrance to Knockturn Alley. 'Of course! I can just get a suicide potion! That's it!' So she headed toward the entrance of the dark apothetary.
*BOOM!*
"DAMN!" Severus Snape swore, stepping out from behind his cauldorn. 'The Headmaster needs me to finish this new potion by tomorrow! Diagon Alley of course would be closed this time of nig-morning.' He corrected himself. He sighed as he strode toward the exit of his dungeon and made his way down the sloping lawns to the Hogwarts gates.
Some time later, Hermione emerged from the magical drug store with a bottle labaled 'Instant Death'. She sure hoped so, the quicker she left this world, the better. She walked to the nearest public restroom. It was a grungy and rather creepy place. She found that she didn't care much. No one would look for her here. 'Not that they would bother looking at all.' Harry and his fiancé Cho were off playing Quidditch together, and Ron. . . well Ron had been quite the bastard ever since there shall we say. . . one night stand? She unscrewed the cap to the bottle and looked at herself in the mirror one last time. She was a wreck. Her hair was in more tangles than Hagrid's beard, and her pale skin clashed horribly with her black attire. 'No one will miss me.' "Bottoms up. . ." And she drank it. What she did not notice. . . was that she was not the only soul out and about it Knockturn Alley that night.
A/N: Ok, I'm gunna leave it here for now. Please review and tell me if you want me to continue or not. If it absolutely sucks let me know! Love from kitkat
