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there, you'll have noticed that I have finally given my story a name!!
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Chapter twenty eight ~ Hermione's Letter
Dear Mum and Dad,
If you're reading this letter, then the worst has come to the worst. I'm not really sure where to start, Harry will explain, anything I don't. But as you know Lord Voldemort has returned and is.oh I'm doing this all wrong. I'm using my last words to you, to explain a load of trivial things that no longer matter.
The thing is I got accused of something, something terrible. Giving secrets to the enemy, resulting in my friends being brutally murdered. But the thing you have to remember, is that I'm innocent. I admit, I did pass on secrets, but not initially. I saw a good flicker inside an evil person, and thrived on the hope that perhaps this person was not completely bad. But this spark flickered out, and I was mistaken.
Anyway, if you are reading this, I am sorry. I am sorry for being so stupid as to see a good spark in someone so evil. I am sorry for not telling you the truth, and making you read it. I am sorry, you could not protect me.
I wish I'd had the guts to tell you, but I couldn't. I couldn't face the fear and pain I would have to put you through. Harry and Ron have been wonderful. I had expected them to hate me for what I did, I would have deserved it. I should have been expelled for what I did, but it was like Dumbledore understood everything. I think he's seen the spark.
If your reading, this coarse hurried pain-filled words, it means I'm guilty, guilty as sin! That I don't have a right to live any more. For I did a terrible thing. You can dress it up as much as you like, murder is murder. I'm sorry that I let you down. I'm sorry for everything, I'm sorry.
No matter what happens, I'll love you forever. I never dreamed of being a martyr, but as each day goes by I see people dying to protect the world they were born into. Like Sirius, he died for his godson, like Mr and Mrs Potter, they died for their son. And me, I die for you.
My Love Forever Hermione xx.
Harry delivered the letter, into the sobbing hands of Mrs Granger, before boarding the Hogwarts express back to school. He scanned the papers for news of Hermione, but Dumbledore refused to let him do anything. Dumbledore promised to handle the situation, and said that Harry getting involved could only make things worse. But the situation was already so bad, it was hard to see how it could possibly be made any worse.
Harry didn't pay attention in lessons, he didn't listen as the teachers drummed useless facts into his empty head.
Snape noticed, and made him stay behind after lessons.
"Potter, paying attention in my lessons may prove crucial."
"In what way?"
"In helping Miss Granger, of course."
"Dumbledore's told me that I'm not allowed to help."
"That's never prevented you before."
Harry could hardly believe his ears, was Snape actually telling him to go against Dumbledore.
"I don't understand. . ."
"Oh don't play dumb with me Potter. You have never bothered about the rules before." "Are you telling me to go against Dumbledore?"
"Dumbledore is playing it safe, Granger is in trouble, he is trying to protect you also. But sometimes, Potter, and you know what I'm talking about, what you need more then protection is to fight."
"I don't understand." Harry said.
"Maybe you could save Granger quicker then Dumbledore could." He said, briefly.
"Is Dumbledore losing his power?"
Snape smiled, cruelly. "He never had it to begin with, it was all imagined power, what people believed him to be, I'm afraid, he may not live up to expectations."
Harry left the dungeons, more confused then ever. He sat down at the dining table, and was greeted by Ron's fear struck face.
"What's happened?" Harry demanded.
Ron couldn't speak, he thrust the paper across to Harry. "Where? Where?" He pointed to a tiny corner of print at the bottom.
'The girl found guilty of passing secrets to the Dark Side was given the worst penalty available, the Dementor's Kiss. The Kiss was performed this afternoon.'
Harry threw the paper down, he ran to the toilet, and was violently sick.
Chapter twenty eight ~ Hermione's Letter
Dear Mum and Dad,
If you're reading this letter, then the worst has come to the worst. I'm not really sure where to start, Harry will explain, anything I don't. But as you know Lord Voldemort has returned and is.oh I'm doing this all wrong. I'm using my last words to you, to explain a load of trivial things that no longer matter.
The thing is I got accused of something, something terrible. Giving secrets to the enemy, resulting in my friends being brutally murdered. But the thing you have to remember, is that I'm innocent. I admit, I did pass on secrets, but not initially. I saw a good flicker inside an evil person, and thrived on the hope that perhaps this person was not completely bad. But this spark flickered out, and I was mistaken.
Anyway, if you are reading this, I am sorry. I am sorry for being so stupid as to see a good spark in someone so evil. I am sorry for not telling you the truth, and making you read it. I am sorry, you could not protect me.
I wish I'd had the guts to tell you, but I couldn't. I couldn't face the fear and pain I would have to put you through. Harry and Ron have been wonderful. I had expected them to hate me for what I did, I would have deserved it. I should have been expelled for what I did, but it was like Dumbledore understood everything. I think he's seen the spark.
If your reading, this coarse hurried pain-filled words, it means I'm guilty, guilty as sin! That I don't have a right to live any more. For I did a terrible thing. You can dress it up as much as you like, murder is murder. I'm sorry that I let you down. I'm sorry for everything, I'm sorry.
No matter what happens, I'll love you forever. I never dreamed of being a martyr, but as each day goes by I see people dying to protect the world they were born into. Like Sirius, he died for his godson, like Mr and Mrs Potter, they died for their son. And me, I die for you.
My Love Forever Hermione xx.
Harry delivered the letter, into the sobbing hands of Mrs Granger, before boarding the Hogwarts express back to school. He scanned the papers for news of Hermione, but Dumbledore refused to let him do anything. Dumbledore promised to handle the situation, and said that Harry getting involved could only make things worse. But the situation was already so bad, it was hard to see how it could possibly be made any worse.
Harry didn't pay attention in lessons, he didn't listen as the teachers drummed useless facts into his empty head.
Snape noticed, and made him stay behind after lessons.
"Potter, paying attention in my lessons may prove crucial."
"In what way?"
"In helping Miss Granger, of course."
"Dumbledore's told me that I'm not allowed to help."
"That's never prevented you before."
Harry could hardly believe his ears, was Snape actually telling him to go against Dumbledore.
"I don't understand. . ."
"Oh don't play dumb with me Potter. You have never bothered about the rules before." "Are you telling me to go against Dumbledore?"
"Dumbledore is playing it safe, Granger is in trouble, he is trying to protect you also. But sometimes, Potter, and you know what I'm talking about, what you need more then protection is to fight."
"I don't understand." Harry said.
"Maybe you could save Granger quicker then Dumbledore could." He said, briefly.
"Is Dumbledore losing his power?"
Snape smiled, cruelly. "He never had it to begin with, it was all imagined power, what people believed him to be, I'm afraid, he may not live up to expectations."
Harry left the dungeons, more confused then ever. He sat down at the dining table, and was greeted by Ron's fear struck face.
"What's happened?" Harry demanded.
Ron couldn't speak, he thrust the paper across to Harry. "Where? Where?" He pointed to a tiny corner of print at the bottom.
'The girl found guilty of passing secrets to the Dark Side was given the worst penalty available, the Dementor's Kiss. The Kiss was performed this afternoon.'
Harry threw the paper down, he ran to the toilet, and was violently sick.