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My mum is going crazy thinking of what you said to her, Hermione." Ron

laughed. She still can't believe it was her sweet, little Hermione.

"Whatever"

"What, now your mad at me?"

"Maybe"

"Oh, don't do this, Mione'"

"I have to go"

"I know you don't-now talk"

"No"

"Yes"

"Look, Ron...I don't have time to play games"

"Can't you tell me what's wrong?"

"Shit, Ron! Leave me alone!"

Hermione hung up the phone.

"Well, that wasn't very nice" her mother said "But I understand-you have

been through a lot lately.

Hermione shrugged, then mumbled "He just gets on my nerves a lot."

Her mother smiled. "Listen Hermione, I have to go to work..but I will be back

before seven..Okay?" "Sure" Hermione said. "Maybe you would want to go

somewhere with Ron, or-"

"No way I'm spending another second with him" Hermione

"Okay-okay!" her mom kissed her and dashed out the door.

The phone rang, and Hermione groaned.

"Hello, Ron" she grumbled.

"Hermione-what did I do?!? Ron said.

"Stop calling me!"

"Oh, Come on, Mione! Tell me!"

"No"

"Why?"

"'Cause..."

"Ha! You don't even have a reason!"

"Well..." Hermione tried to hold it in, but she burst into laughter.

"So..you still mad?"

"yes"

"AGGH!"

"Okay, then. Bye" Hermione said.

"Fine...Bye"

Hermione smiled. Sometimes she loved taunting Ron. She went upstairs.

"Only a few days until I go back to Hogwarts"she said. "Yes!"

A few hours later, the phone rang again. But this time it was her mom.

"Hello?"

"Hermione I'm stuck in traffic-"

Hermione froze. She didn't want to be in this house alone. No, she couldn't

do it-she wouldn't. Hermione didn't know what to say. Suddenly that feeling

went over her-cold, hollow, lonely, and angry-trapped.

"Mum, I can't do it!-I can't stay alone in this house!

"Hermione-call Mrs. Weasley..ask if you can stay."

Hermione hesitated. "Fine" I love you...Bye"

"Bye..Hermione...stay safe. I'm sure you will be fine"

Hermione dialed the phone, the feeling suffocating her.

"Hello?" It was Mrs. Weasley.

"Look-this is Hermione, uh, I know I was rude to you before, but I really

need some help. Can I stay over at your house tonight?..Please?"

"Thank you, Honey, for apologizing."

"So I can?"

"I'm afraid you can't. We are going to Ron's grandmother's house tonight"

"Oh-well,-"

"Would you like to come along?"

The feeling got so strong that Hermione could barely breath.

""I-"

"Hello?" Hermione could tell the phone was dead..but she didn't want to

believe it.

"Hello?"

She looked at the clock. It was about nine. Hermione got blankets off her

bed from upstairs, and set up a bed on the couch. There was no way she

would spend her night in her room when the clock struck twelve.

But the time did come. Hermione thought she would die. The feeling was

stronger than ever and Hermione thought it would kill her. She struggled

to stay strong, and not to cry. Hermione sat in the living room, reading

a book. It started at this time. Hermione watched as a pencil rolled across

the table. Then the table, moving from side to side. She closed her eyes

tight, and felt those same hot tears drip down her face. "Don't kill me" she

whispered .The light flashed, and with a bang, everything was dark. She

breathed heavy. But heard someone else in the room. Breathing, panting..

crying. "Hello?" Hermione whispered. She talked louder "Hello?" Hermione

still sat in the chair..she didn't want to move. The crying grew louder,

and Hermione felt as though someone was beside her. Hermione could feel her

breathing right in her seat. This was so strong that Hermione knew, if the

lights went on, someone would be sitting there, right where she was. But

Hermione couldn't see. The darkness swallowed her. The crying grew louder.

She heard crashes, and guessed that things were flying around the room.

The crying became moaning, painful, moans that made Hermione shiver.

She swallowed. Hermione lifted her hand, and placed it on what she thought

was a person. She was shaking now. It WAS a person-but something was

different. It was cold. Hermione's hand went numb as she touched the

thing again. The crying went on, getting louder. Hermione turned, in an

effort to blindly face the spirit. "Your-your-..dead" she whispered to the

spirit. The moaning turned into screams, and something smacked Hermione

to the ground. All Hermione felt was pain, as she tried to stand. Hermione

thought for sure she would die. Her whole body was ice cold, and no matter

how she tried, she couldn't move. She felt something stick into her, and

she screamed. She didn't know what it was, but like a knife, it pierced her

in the stomach-over, and over. Hermione felt the darkness get thicker, as she

held her stomach on a ball on the floor. What she thought was the table crashed

onto her, making her scream in pain. She felt her warm blood gushing out of her

cold body, flowing into her hands. She closed her eyes, as tears dripped down

her face, and watched as the darkness consumed her.