Disclaimer: I regret to inform everyone, I do not own Harry Potter. DAMNIT!
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Crappery: This is a highly depressing episode. If you don't want to start crying or anything, DO NOT read this chapter and email me for the brief summary. I even know the ending and I still cried my eyes out...do not fear, I cannot stand sad endings. I don't really plan on this one being one...
YamiClara: Perhaps he was...you'll find out in the second to last or the final episode.
Usagigreenleaf657: Sadly it is.
falling-leaves3: I know, he is stupid.
beautybunnymouse: -sighs- I wish I could...
sam: You know I can't do that. It'll screw up the rest of the plot line.
riarialle: Wow, 3 am? I'm touched!!! Really? Thank you that's so nice of you!!
Monikka DaLuver: This one is even sadder than the previous one...It would be easier if it were a book...
Sug06: Hehe, there is a fight between good and evil. You'll see it in three episodes.
dreamingmaggie: HAHA! Yeah it did actually. I agree completely.
sisterhood-of-the-snake: I hope this is soon enough, I wrote as fast as I could.
Blueberri: I know...
Chrisoriented: I'm a Pagan and damn proud of it. Thanks! Ehehe, I know...
In Dreams: I have actually seen that movie; it's one of my favourites. I am obsessed with vampyres, if you can't tell, and would gladly become one if I were ever given the chance...Wow, thanks! You might get lucky! I'm planning to get the story I'm writing now published if I can.
capnjacks-luckylady: Thank you! I pride myself on being different!
Bride of Malfoy: Thanks!
puss in boots 119: I know...Draco's rather ooc here, but they actually fight a lot which I imagine them doing if they ever got together.
Caitlin: They're in hiding. Pomfrey is mentioned and so is the rest of school in the next episode. Hmm...Really just for theory and a cool take on the Mother Goddess, I'd read the Mists of Avalon. It's what hooked me.
Starmoo: Eeek! Not a level 100 sword! –screams and hides-
Kelei: Yeah, I prolly should. But for the sake of time and all, I have to speed things up and leave some of that stuff out.
LosOjosDeLaVida: Ehehehe, only like three people got it. I was so happy!!
hagridlover: -laughs- thanks so much! It makes me sad too that it's almost over.
beautybunnymouse: Bwhahahahaha!
SUSuga06: I do too, so he probably will.
Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin: Because he's a bad, bad man thing.
B: AHahhaa, no she's not actually. She still loves him...
Thanks for all the reviews! Thanks for reviewing to anyone I didn't mention! Blessed be!
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Death, Chapter Thirty-Four
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In early May while everyone was studying furiously for their N.E.W.T.S, Mynee spent most of her time curled up in a fetal position on her bed, crying
pitifully into her hands or merely staring off into nothingness. The night Draco had called her a whore and slapped her face had completely broken
her fragile heart, shattering it into a million pieces and throwing them into the Lake for the Great Squid to eat. It did not help her that she was
pregnant and she could not make herself hate the child she had half created. Furion, once he learnt of her pregnancy, had started to get distant
with her and she found herself in the same situation as the beginning of the year. She was completely alone in a world that did not want her. To
make it all worse the child she carried would be fatherless and had been conceived out of wedlock. In the eyes of wizarding society this was one
of the worst things a witch could do and she would never be able to become a medi-witch or anything she had once dreamt of. A very quiet sob
escaped her lips as her hands pressed against the almost nonexistent bulge in her belly. She had known about the babe for less than a fortnight,
but the love she felt for it overwhelmed her. Every time her mind went to her baby she went on a guilt trip on how bad she knew its life would be
when it had been born. Her hands slithered from her stomach and rested limply on the bedspread as she tried to fight wave after wave of sharp
agony. She sighed very quietly and swung her legs off the side of the bed, her feet touching the plush carpet. She picked her wand up from the
beside the depression her body had made and lightly tapped it against her school uniform, the clothing morphing into a floor length black dress that
covered and hid the scars and fresh cuts on her arms. She discarded the magic stick and picked up her cloak from the floor as she walked quietly
out of her room. One hand crept up to her abdomen as the hood of her dark garment hid her features from view. Within moments she had slipped
out of the classroom and was making her way down to the Forbidden Forest so she could visit Evi, needing to feed and see someone who did not
hate her very existence. She did not give a damn if anyone saw her heading towards the daunting mass of trees, knowing that no student in the
entire school cared enough about her to tell a teacher. She sniffled faintly as she stepped into the massive copse, slipping through the foliage until
she came upon the familiar pen. It was rather dark and it took her eyes several moments before she could see properly. When she could, she
instantly wished she could not. Her familiar's pen was splattered in blood and gore; gobbets of flesh and muscle were spattered on the wooden
slats and the loamy ground, staining the earth a rich crimson. One of her hands flew to her mouth as a she ran towards it and clambered over the
fence, not caring that she got blood on her hands. Her bare feet squelched in the saturated soil as she ran quickly to the still form pressed against
one of the corners. Mynee dropped to her knees and gently touched trembling digits to the cool corpse, rolling it over so she could see the glazed,
dead eyes of her faithful thupalp. A deep sob erupted from her lips as she brought her bloody hands up to her face and cried heavily into them, the
death of her last and only friend was the proverbial straw that broke her back.
"No..." She whispered quietly, her voice filled with immeasurable pain.
She dropped one of them away from her eyes to gently caress his stiff fur, her finger catching a slip of ruff parchment that had been held against
his body with the long dagger that had taken his life. She ripped the paper away without a care, holding it close to her hues so she could make out
the words in the faint moonlight.
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Vampyre Granger;
I hope you waited long enough to find this pathetic excuse of a thupalp as it has started to decay so the wonderful fetid odor makes you retch as
you read this. This creature was horribly easy to kill, I don't see why it hadn't died trying to 'protect' you before. You obviously didn't care
enough about it to listen to the distress it was sending you. What a wonderful mistress you are. I'm sure you're just dying to find out who
murdered this wretched piece of dung, aren't you Vampyre? I'm sure my master would love to fight you in revenge. I suspect you know who he
is, but then again you are most likely a complete idiot like most of your kind. Jonathon Dracula sends his regards to you and wishes you a
pleasant life alone.
A Vampire
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She clenched the note in one of her fists as she pushed herself up to her feet. This was just too much, she could not handle anything anymore.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sprinted out of the forest, her mind made up. She would join her familiar before the night was over. She
did know how, but Katima would.
Mynee looked down at what Katima had written, the salty drops still had not stopped and she sniffled sadly.
"There is a way..." She dropped the book, her fingers brushing against her belly. "I'm sorry my little love, but our lives would not be worth anything
if we lived. It's probably not fair to you, but I am saving you a lot of pain and contempt more."
She rubbed the heel of her hand against her streaming eyes and looked under her bed. The potion she was going to make was sickeningly easy and
she had all of the ingredients in a box under her bed. She had been planning on making a poison in the beginning of the year before she found out
it would have only given her a slightly upset stomach for less than a half an hour. She pushed open the lid and sighed quietly. She took out all of
the things she needed and settled them onto her bed before picked up her wand. She summoned a small cauldron and created a heat giving, but
non burning flame and settled the pot atop it. Less than an hour later the mixture had cooled enough for her to ladle it into a small glass bottle and
look at the ominous, sluggish black liquid. With a wave of her wand everything with the exception the potion and her diary disappeared. Mynee
violently ripped a page out of the back and wrote in her neat script her final words, her suicide note. Moments after she began she threw her quill
down and folded the parchment up. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as she settled it on the pillow next to her head. She did not know
when anyone would even come in and make sure she was even alive. Furion had barely talked to her since she told him of her pregnancy and had
not spared her a look in close to a week. Her boyfriend thought she had cheated on him and did not even know about his child that was growing
within her womb. That babe led her onto a whole other topic that she could not deal with. She viciously rubbed her free hand against her hues,
brushing the tears away angrily.
"I'm sorry baby. I'll see you in the next life." She said in a crushed whimper.
She took a deep breath and tilted her head back, pouring the vile concoction down her throat. For a moment nothing happened and then an
intense burning sensation screamed through her. She gasped and pressed her hands around her neck as she felt her life and that of her babe slip
away. Her body began to convulse furiously as she collapsed against her pillows. The vial slipped out of her hand as her form went to slack, the
vial rolling away. Even in death, the pain she felt was still clearly visible on her pale face. One of her hands rested on her belly as a last testimony
to the now dead child within her. Almost two days passed before anyone noticed that she had not been in class.
Furion rapped his knuckled against Dumbledore's office door, waiting to be granted permission to enter. The moment the elderly man's voice
sounded, he pushed open the portal and stepped in. He looked straight into those twinkling blue eyes.
"Professor, I can't get into Hermione's rooms. They are locked with extremely strong wards that I am unable to break." His voice was filled with
fake concern.
Dumbledore looked instantly concerned and rapidly stood up from his desk. "Thank you for telling me Mr. Montague. Please go get Mr. Malfoy, this
will probably concern him as well."
The younger man nodded and quickly left the room. The headmaster shook his head slowly and hoped everything was all right. He knew nothing
about Ms Granger's condition.
Less than ten minutes later the trio was assembled outside of Mynee's rooms. Dumbledore took out his wand and started muttering
incantations. The right one was said and he quietly opened to room. The first thing that struck him was how utterly quiet it was and there was a
faint odor in the room that seriously disturbed him. He strode towards the bed and saw her still form there and the look of extreme pain and
sadness that would be on her face forever. He gasped quietly and picked up the glass vial that was right beside his foot. There was a little bit of
the black substance that she had drunk and he knew little about potions, but this one was truly vile. He turned his head and looked at Furion.
"Go get Professor Snape right now."
The boy nodded and fled. Draco slouched against the door frame, a surly expression on his face.
"Professor, why do I have to be here? It's not like we cared about each other or anything." He then added in an undertone. "Back stabbing bitch."
"Twenty points from Slytherin for disrespecting the dead and language."
Draco's eyes widened and his already shattered heart clenched. "D-Dead?? What do you mean dead?" All the anger he felt towards her
disappeared.
"She has apparently killed herself Mr. Malfoy. I believe what this bottle contained was a deadly potion, even to her kind."
Draco ran over to the bed and saw the note on the pillow beside her bed. He snatched it up and quickly started reading it.
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To Nobody;
As you can obviously tell, I have killed myself. I wouldn't be writing this if I hadn't decided to do this. I highly doubt anyone will read this
until next year when my room will be reused for the next Gryffindor prefect. I would love to see the look on his or her face when they find a
rotted corpse lying on their bed. There are many things and people who have acted as catalysts to my demise. Even though no one really gives a
damn, I'll list them here:
6. My parents for never listening to me, caring about me even that summer I broke my leg and had to hobble around on crutches until I got to
school, and mostly because they never believed me about Uncle Michael.
5. Uncle Michael for molesting me, from when I was eight or nine years old. He would have finally raped me the night they all died.
4. The whole war going on between my people and the Vampires. All their hopes have been pushed upon my shoulders.
3. Furion for completely ignoring and pretty much forgetting about me when I needed his help the most.
2. For the baby I am carrying. It will never experience life as a half blood bastard child.
1. Draco. He broke my shattered by heart and broke my spirit. He broke all the promises he ever made to me and left me all alone to attempt to
raise the child he helped to create.
No one really cares though, so I don't actually know why I even bothered to write this stupid letter. Draco, if you ever read this, I never stopped
loving you, even when you called me a whore and slapped my face. That diary was never mine. Mine is under my bed. Katima will explain
everything, she helped me. I'm sorry you thought I cheated on you and I forgive you for everything, it was never your fault. Your promise ring
never left my finger until this night. It is under my pillow. You were my first, my last, the only one I ever wanted. However cliché this is, I will
say it anyway.
Farewell cruel world. I was never supposed to be here.
Hermione Anne Granger
P.S. Please save my body...Don't burn me, bury me, or anything else...I have cast a charm to preserve my corpse. Just shove it in a corner some
place where no one will notice it. Thank you.
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The letter fell from Draco's numb fingers as he looked at her hand resting protectively on the faint curve of her belly. He crawled over the bed and
gently touched her cold forehead, silent tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Hermione...I'm so sorry...Please come back...I don't...I can't live without you. Please, don't leave me all alone."
Dumbledore looked at the sobbing boy and very gently touched his shoulder. At that exact moment Snape and Furion burst into the room. The
headmaster wordlessly handed him the vial and the Potion's Master looked at it dubiously sniffing it. His eyes widened and he held it at an arms
length.
"This is the Poción de la Muerte, the Potion of Death. It will even take the life a Vampyre, the hardest creature to kill. There is nothing that can be
done for her now."
"That may not be true Severus." Dumbledore said quietly. "I do not believe that this was her time to go. It certainly was not her child's. As a
Vampyre, she may come back yet. We will keep her body in the Hospital Wing."
Draco lifted his tear stained face slightly and in a broken voice managed to choke out a few words. "They're not dead?"
"They are dead Mr. Malfoy, but they may come back...I cannot explain it to you though, I still don't understand it very well. I know this is very
hard, the best thing you can do is keep your fingers crossed. You may have the rest of today and tomorrow off to deal with your grief. You are
excused as well Mr. Montague." He made a quick motion at Mynee's body, it lifting off the bed. "Severus, an invisibility charm if you don't mind, we
don't want to scar any students."
The dark man nodded and once it had been completed both teachers left the room. Furion snorted darkly and crossed his arms over his chest,
looking at the note in front of Draco's knees.
"So she as pathetic enough to write a suicide note? That is so lame. Why are you mourning her death? It's not as if you cared about her. She was
just a fling as I quote you directly."
"Shut the fuck up Montague. I was tricked and it was not her fault. Go the hell away so I can mourn my girlfriend and child."
When he did not go, Draco let out a growl and picked up his wand. "I am not screwing around with you. If you don't get out I will kill you."
Furion seemed to see the seriousness and slight insanity gleaming in the other boy's silvery blue eyes. He quickly backed out of the room, closing
the door quietly behind him. Draco dropped his wand beside him and curled up in the spot she had been in, cradling his face in his hands as great
sobs came out of his tired body.
"I'm so sorry Hermione...This is my entire fault. I love you so much...Please come back...I don't want to be alone..."
He cried long into the night and when he finally succumbed to exhausted sleep, his dreams were filled with the wailing of a child and his beloved's
cries and screams of deep anguish.
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-sobs heavily- Do any of you know how heavily I cried as I wrote this?? It made me so sad to kill her...But it's not over yet! I couldn't leave you all hanging like that...
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Your Lord and Master
Foamy the Squirrel
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Crappery: This is a highly depressing episode. If you don't want to start crying or anything, DO NOT read this chapter and email me for the brief summary. I even know the ending and I still cried my eyes out...do not fear, I cannot stand sad endings. I don't really plan on this one being one...
YamiClara: Perhaps he was...you'll find out in the second to last or the final episode.
Usagigreenleaf657: Sadly it is.
falling-leaves3: I know, he is stupid.
beautybunnymouse: -sighs- I wish I could...
sam: You know I can't do that. It'll screw up the rest of the plot line.
riarialle: Wow, 3 am? I'm touched!!! Really? Thank you that's so nice of you!!
Monikka DaLuver: This one is even sadder than the previous one...It would be easier if it were a book...
Sug06: Hehe, there is a fight between good and evil. You'll see it in three episodes.
dreamingmaggie: HAHA! Yeah it did actually. I agree completely.
sisterhood-of-the-snake: I hope this is soon enough, I wrote as fast as I could.
Blueberri: I know...
Chrisoriented: I'm a Pagan and damn proud of it. Thanks! Ehehe, I know...
In Dreams: I have actually seen that movie; it's one of my favourites. I am obsessed with vampyres, if you can't tell, and would gladly become one if I were ever given the chance...Wow, thanks! You might get lucky! I'm planning to get the story I'm writing now published if I can.
capnjacks-luckylady: Thank you! I pride myself on being different!
Bride of Malfoy: Thanks!
puss in boots 119: I know...Draco's rather ooc here, but they actually fight a lot which I imagine them doing if they ever got together.
Caitlin: They're in hiding. Pomfrey is mentioned and so is the rest of school in the next episode. Hmm...Really just for theory and a cool take on the Mother Goddess, I'd read the Mists of Avalon. It's what hooked me.
Starmoo: Eeek! Not a level 100 sword! –screams and hides-
Kelei: Yeah, I prolly should. But for the sake of time and all, I have to speed things up and leave some of that stuff out.
LosOjosDeLaVida: Ehehehe, only like three people got it. I was so happy!!
hagridlover: -laughs- thanks so much! It makes me sad too that it's almost over.
beautybunnymouse: Bwhahahahaha!
SUSuga06: I do too, so he probably will.
Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin: Because he's a bad, bad man thing.
B: AHahhaa, no she's not actually. She still loves him...
Thanks for all the reviews! Thanks for reviewing to anyone I didn't mention! Blessed be!
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Death, Chapter Thirty-Four
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In early May while everyone was studying furiously for their N.E.W.T.S, Mynee spent most of her time curled up in a fetal position on her bed, crying
pitifully into her hands or merely staring off into nothingness. The night Draco had called her a whore and slapped her face had completely broken
her fragile heart, shattering it into a million pieces and throwing them into the Lake for the Great Squid to eat. It did not help her that she was
pregnant and she could not make herself hate the child she had half created. Furion, once he learnt of her pregnancy, had started to get distant
with her and she found herself in the same situation as the beginning of the year. She was completely alone in a world that did not want her. To
make it all worse the child she carried would be fatherless and had been conceived out of wedlock. In the eyes of wizarding society this was one
of the worst things a witch could do and she would never be able to become a medi-witch or anything she had once dreamt of. A very quiet sob
escaped her lips as her hands pressed against the almost nonexistent bulge in her belly. She had known about the babe for less than a fortnight,
but the love she felt for it overwhelmed her. Every time her mind went to her baby she went on a guilt trip on how bad she knew its life would be
when it had been born. Her hands slithered from her stomach and rested limply on the bedspread as she tried to fight wave after wave of sharp
agony. She sighed very quietly and swung her legs off the side of the bed, her feet touching the plush carpet. She picked her wand up from the
beside the depression her body had made and lightly tapped it against her school uniform, the clothing morphing into a floor length black dress that
covered and hid the scars and fresh cuts on her arms. She discarded the magic stick and picked up her cloak from the floor as she walked quietly
out of her room. One hand crept up to her abdomen as the hood of her dark garment hid her features from view. Within moments she had slipped
out of the classroom and was making her way down to the Forbidden Forest so she could visit Evi, needing to feed and see someone who did not
hate her very existence. She did not give a damn if anyone saw her heading towards the daunting mass of trees, knowing that no student in the
entire school cared enough about her to tell a teacher. She sniffled faintly as she stepped into the massive copse, slipping through the foliage until
she came upon the familiar pen. It was rather dark and it took her eyes several moments before she could see properly. When she could, she
instantly wished she could not. Her familiar's pen was splattered in blood and gore; gobbets of flesh and muscle were spattered on the wooden
slats and the loamy ground, staining the earth a rich crimson. One of her hands flew to her mouth as a she ran towards it and clambered over the
fence, not caring that she got blood on her hands. Her bare feet squelched in the saturated soil as she ran quickly to the still form pressed against
one of the corners. Mynee dropped to her knees and gently touched trembling digits to the cool corpse, rolling it over so she could see the glazed,
dead eyes of her faithful thupalp. A deep sob erupted from her lips as she brought her bloody hands up to her face and cried heavily into them, the
death of her last and only friend was the proverbial straw that broke her back.
"No..." She whispered quietly, her voice filled with immeasurable pain.
She dropped one of them away from her eyes to gently caress his stiff fur, her finger catching a slip of ruff parchment that had been held against
his body with the long dagger that had taken his life. She ripped the paper away without a care, holding it close to her hues so she could make out
the words in the faint moonlight.
.
Vampyre Granger;
I hope you waited long enough to find this pathetic excuse of a thupalp as it has started to decay so the wonderful fetid odor makes you retch as
you read this. This creature was horribly easy to kill, I don't see why it hadn't died trying to 'protect' you before. You obviously didn't care
enough about it to listen to the distress it was sending you. What a wonderful mistress you are. I'm sure you're just dying to find out who
murdered this wretched piece of dung, aren't you Vampyre? I'm sure my master would love to fight you in revenge. I suspect you know who he
is, but then again you are most likely a complete idiot like most of your kind. Jonathon Dracula sends his regards to you and wishes you a
pleasant life alone.
A Vampire
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She clenched the note in one of her fists as she pushed herself up to her feet. This was just too much, she could not handle anything anymore.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sprinted out of the forest, her mind made up. She would join her familiar before the night was over. She
did know how, but Katima would.
Mynee looked down at what Katima had written, the salty drops still had not stopped and she sniffled sadly.
"There is a way..." She dropped the book, her fingers brushing against her belly. "I'm sorry my little love, but our lives would not be worth anything
if we lived. It's probably not fair to you, but I am saving you a lot of pain and contempt more."
She rubbed the heel of her hand against her streaming eyes and looked under her bed. The potion she was going to make was sickeningly easy and
she had all of the ingredients in a box under her bed. She had been planning on making a poison in the beginning of the year before she found out
it would have only given her a slightly upset stomach for less than a half an hour. She pushed open the lid and sighed quietly. She took out all of
the things she needed and settled them onto her bed before picked up her wand. She summoned a small cauldron and created a heat giving, but
non burning flame and settled the pot atop it. Less than an hour later the mixture had cooled enough for her to ladle it into a small glass bottle and
look at the ominous, sluggish black liquid. With a wave of her wand everything with the exception the potion and her diary disappeared. Mynee
violently ripped a page out of the back and wrote in her neat script her final words, her suicide note. Moments after she began she threw her quill
down and folded the parchment up. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as she settled it on the pillow next to her head. She did not know
when anyone would even come in and make sure she was even alive. Furion had barely talked to her since she told him of her pregnancy and had
not spared her a look in close to a week. Her boyfriend thought she had cheated on him and did not even know about his child that was growing
within her womb. That babe led her onto a whole other topic that she could not deal with. She viciously rubbed her free hand against her hues,
brushing the tears away angrily.
"I'm sorry baby. I'll see you in the next life." She said in a crushed whimper.
She took a deep breath and tilted her head back, pouring the vile concoction down her throat. For a moment nothing happened and then an
intense burning sensation screamed through her. She gasped and pressed her hands around her neck as she felt her life and that of her babe slip
away. Her body began to convulse furiously as she collapsed against her pillows. The vial slipped out of her hand as her form went to slack, the
vial rolling away. Even in death, the pain she felt was still clearly visible on her pale face. One of her hands rested on her belly as a last testimony
to the now dead child within her. Almost two days passed before anyone noticed that she had not been in class.
Furion rapped his knuckled against Dumbledore's office door, waiting to be granted permission to enter. The moment the elderly man's voice
sounded, he pushed open the portal and stepped in. He looked straight into those twinkling blue eyes.
"Professor, I can't get into Hermione's rooms. They are locked with extremely strong wards that I am unable to break." His voice was filled with
fake concern.
Dumbledore looked instantly concerned and rapidly stood up from his desk. "Thank you for telling me Mr. Montague. Please go get Mr. Malfoy, this
will probably concern him as well."
The younger man nodded and quickly left the room. The headmaster shook his head slowly and hoped everything was all right. He knew nothing
about Ms Granger's condition.
Less than ten minutes later the trio was assembled outside of Mynee's rooms. Dumbledore took out his wand and started muttering
incantations. The right one was said and he quietly opened to room. The first thing that struck him was how utterly quiet it was and there was a
faint odor in the room that seriously disturbed him. He strode towards the bed and saw her still form there and the look of extreme pain and
sadness that would be on her face forever. He gasped quietly and picked up the glass vial that was right beside his foot. There was a little bit of
the black substance that she had drunk and he knew little about potions, but this one was truly vile. He turned his head and looked at Furion.
"Go get Professor Snape right now."
The boy nodded and fled. Draco slouched against the door frame, a surly expression on his face.
"Professor, why do I have to be here? It's not like we cared about each other or anything." He then added in an undertone. "Back stabbing bitch."
"Twenty points from Slytherin for disrespecting the dead and language."
Draco's eyes widened and his already shattered heart clenched. "D-Dead?? What do you mean dead?" All the anger he felt towards her
disappeared.
"She has apparently killed herself Mr. Malfoy. I believe what this bottle contained was a deadly potion, even to her kind."
Draco ran over to the bed and saw the note on the pillow beside her bed. He snatched it up and quickly started reading it.
.
To Nobody;
As you can obviously tell, I have killed myself. I wouldn't be writing this if I hadn't decided to do this. I highly doubt anyone will read this
until next year when my room will be reused for the next Gryffindor prefect. I would love to see the look on his or her face when they find a
rotted corpse lying on their bed. There are many things and people who have acted as catalysts to my demise. Even though no one really gives a
damn, I'll list them here:
6. My parents for never listening to me, caring about me even that summer I broke my leg and had to hobble around on crutches until I got to
school, and mostly because they never believed me about Uncle Michael.
5. Uncle Michael for molesting me, from when I was eight or nine years old. He would have finally raped me the night they all died.
4. The whole war going on between my people and the Vampires. All their hopes have been pushed upon my shoulders.
3. Furion for completely ignoring and pretty much forgetting about me when I needed his help the most.
2. For the baby I am carrying. It will never experience life as a half blood bastard child.
1. Draco. He broke my shattered by heart and broke my spirit. He broke all the promises he ever made to me and left me all alone to attempt to
raise the child he helped to create.
No one really cares though, so I don't actually know why I even bothered to write this stupid letter. Draco, if you ever read this, I never stopped
loving you, even when you called me a whore and slapped my face. That diary was never mine. Mine is under my bed. Katima will explain
everything, she helped me. I'm sorry you thought I cheated on you and I forgive you for everything, it was never your fault. Your promise ring
never left my finger until this night. It is under my pillow. You were my first, my last, the only one I ever wanted. However cliché this is, I will
say it anyway.
Farewell cruel world. I was never supposed to be here.
Hermione Anne Granger
P.S. Please save my body...Don't burn me, bury me, or anything else...I have cast a charm to preserve my corpse. Just shove it in a corner some
place where no one will notice it. Thank you.
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The letter fell from Draco's numb fingers as he looked at her hand resting protectively on the faint curve of her belly. He crawled over the bed and
gently touched her cold forehead, silent tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Hermione...I'm so sorry...Please come back...I don't...I can't live without you. Please, don't leave me all alone."
Dumbledore looked at the sobbing boy and very gently touched his shoulder. At that exact moment Snape and Furion burst into the room. The
headmaster wordlessly handed him the vial and the Potion's Master looked at it dubiously sniffing it. His eyes widened and he held it at an arms
length.
"This is the Poción de la Muerte, the Potion of Death. It will even take the life a Vampyre, the hardest creature to kill. There is nothing that can be
done for her now."
"That may not be true Severus." Dumbledore said quietly. "I do not believe that this was her time to go. It certainly was not her child's. As a
Vampyre, she may come back yet. We will keep her body in the Hospital Wing."
Draco lifted his tear stained face slightly and in a broken voice managed to choke out a few words. "They're not dead?"
"They are dead Mr. Malfoy, but they may come back...I cannot explain it to you though, I still don't understand it very well. I know this is very
hard, the best thing you can do is keep your fingers crossed. You may have the rest of today and tomorrow off to deal with your grief. You are
excused as well Mr. Montague." He made a quick motion at Mynee's body, it lifting off the bed. "Severus, an invisibility charm if you don't mind, we
don't want to scar any students."
The dark man nodded and once it had been completed both teachers left the room. Furion snorted darkly and crossed his arms over his chest,
looking at the note in front of Draco's knees.
"So she as pathetic enough to write a suicide note? That is so lame. Why are you mourning her death? It's not as if you cared about her. She was
just a fling as I quote you directly."
"Shut the fuck up Montague. I was tricked and it was not her fault. Go the hell away so I can mourn my girlfriend and child."
When he did not go, Draco let out a growl and picked up his wand. "I am not screwing around with you. If you don't get out I will kill you."
Furion seemed to see the seriousness and slight insanity gleaming in the other boy's silvery blue eyes. He quickly backed out of the room, closing
the door quietly behind him. Draco dropped his wand beside him and curled up in the spot she had been in, cradling his face in his hands as great
sobs came out of his tired body.
"I'm so sorry Hermione...This is my entire fault. I love you so much...Please come back...I don't want to be alone..."
He cried long into the night and when he finally succumbed to exhausted sleep, his dreams were filled with the wailing of a child and his beloved's
cries and screams of deep anguish.
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-sobs heavily- Do any of you know how heavily I cried as I wrote this?? It made me so sad to kill her...But it's not over yet! I couldn't leave you all hanging like that...
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Your Lord and Master
Foamy the Squirrel