Disclaimer- J.K Rowling is the smartest woman alive. She would probably be appalled if she read this melodramatic crap. I hope that this doesn't put ideas in any of your heads about what might happen in future HP books because I KNOW NOTHING!!! I don't own any of the characters either... This whole thing is therapy (because I was upset over the character she killed off) I'm just posting it because people told me to… Harry and Hermione went off to the boy's dormitory. It was the middle of the day, and he knew that they would all be out. He felt that he really needed to talk to his friend alone and this was the only opportunity he had. Hermione was really quiet lately and Harry was very concerned for her current state of mind. "Harry, he was going to try and get to my parents again to finish them off. I don't want them at the hospital anymore. I want them here at Hogwarts" she told him.
Harry nodded back at her. "This sounds just like Neville's parents. I doubt being in that hospital does anything and especially after today, I really don't trust St. Mungo's anymore." Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione's shoulder. "They're going to be ok though Hermione. Because, I'm going to kill Malfoy... junior and senior before they can kill yours or Neville's parents... or anyone else for that matter" "Don't get yourself killed in the process Harry. Please" Hermione looked at him with concern Harry smiled. "Don't worry... with my rage, they don't have a chance" Suddenly, Harry's scar began to burn with searing pain. Hermione's face faded away and he was walking down that corridor he visited last year. He came to the veil and saw a familiar face, hearing distant murmuring in the background... All of a sudden, he heard Sirius's voice, as clear as day saying.
"You can't keep me here! I've got to get back to Harry!!! I've GOT to get back to Harry. He's in trouble. NO. I'm NOT going with you." Harry gasped as everything turned white and slowly Hermione's petrified face focused into view. Her brown eyes stared at Harry in horror and Harry found himself on the floor drenched in sweat.
Harry got up slowly. It was hard for him to regain his breath.
"Are you ok" he heard Hermione say distantly as she touched his shoulder.
Everything went cold and black and Harry hit the floor.