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Author's Note: This is a one short fic, Hope you enjoy it. Bye

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended

The bottle still in her hand. Her sitting on her bed. Tears running down her face. Not the typical scene Hermione would be in but there she was, drowning in the sadness she held.

'This is it; I could do it and no one cares'

Hermione looked at the pill bottle and slowly spoke in her mind. The dark Head girl's room mocked her.

'You've been here before and you've never done it' whispered a rather annoying voice in Hermione's mind.

'Shut it! What's there to stop me this time?' She yelled back at the voice.

She slowly opened the bottle and dumped out 3 red and yellow pills.

'What's there to keep me here? When all I've ever thought worth while is gone'

She slowly poured out more on to her hand.

'No answer? That's what I thought'

Hermione looked around the room again, at the things she's done…all the pictures that were on the walls. Made her sick to her stomach. All her friends, almost everyone she loved were taken by Voldmort, so what was keeping her there? The sleepless nights? The empty hallways? The memories of a past life?

Hermione slowly rose from the bed and entered the bathroom, and turned on the tap. Taking the pills into her mouth and swallowed them with water. She fell to the floor feeling the slow coldness wave over her.

'I promised you I would be strong but what if I can't? I'd do anything to take back those promises'

A growing darkness slowly filled her mind; and for one short moment before she was taken, she felt the sheer bliss of freedom, and happiness. The coldness and darkness filled every part of her until her final breath where she lye on her bathroom floor….dead.