I open my eyes.

Where am I?

Professor Dumbledore is leaning over me.

For one moment, we're staring into each other's eyes. I see him as I've never seen him before; old.

I shove myself up from the ground. Looking around, I see I am in Dumbledore's office. Ron is here, sitting down on a wooden chair, red hair sticking out from his face, lip bleeding and his face ghastly white. His eyes are hooded and defensive as he looks into mine.

Harry's tied up, sitting on another wooden chair. He's awake but his face is completely blank. His eyes are unfocused.

Snape hovers over Harry. His eyes are deriding and amused. He smirks at me in way of greeting. I stare back.

"Hello, Miss Granger," Dumbledore says now.

And, with that, I suddenly feel all extreme emotion drain out of me. I'd been ready to lung at him, fight him, scratch him but, with the sound of that old, exhausted voice, now that's gone.

"Hello, Professor Dumbledore," I reply, looking straight at him.

"Are you alright?"

"No," I respond quietly.

"I-I can tell you, your parents suffered very little. It was sudden and painless." Dumbledore looks a little wary.

"How do you know?" My voice is low and steady. "Was he there?" I gesture over towards Snape.

"No," Dumbledore tells me, "Mister Malfoy was."

It takes me a couple of seconds to register this. "Malfoy? As in Draco Malfoy?"

"Yes."

I feel actual vomit come up in my throat. I have to swallow it back down.

I realise that I want to kill him.

"He's a spy for us now," Dumbledore says.

"He watched my parents being murdered!" My voice trembles. "He might have even killed them himself!"

"I assure you-"

"You'll have to excuse me, Professor Dumbledore, but my faith in you is practically non-existent now. I don't think I shall be assured by anything you say." My voice is still low but it's shaking. "How- how could you not tell me my own parents were dead?

"I thought you were suffering enough. I was afraid, Miss Granger, of the effect it would have on you."

The jar beside him bursts. I lost control of my magic. I stare at him coldly, with accusing eyes.

"Merlin!" Ron jumps as the jar breaks. "Hermione!"

I ignore him completely. "What's wrong with Harry?" I throw at Dumbledore.

"I'm not quite sure. He's obviously reached breaking point. I have theories-"

"Can you help him?" I interrupt, having very little interest in his theories.

"I can try."

"Good." I stare at him for one minute. "I'm leaving."

"Wait – Miss Granger!"

I walk out with the appearance of calmness and leave them all behind. I can hear Ron yelling.

I have to find Malfoy.

"Hermione, will you just wait a second!" Ron jerks me into a corner by my arm and stares at me, half- angrily, half-pleadingly.

"Go back to Dumbledore, Ron." My voice is cold.

"This is silly. C'mon, Hermione, don't you see? We have to stick by each other. We have to stick together or otherwise we got nothing!"

"You don't get it, Ron! My parents are dead! And – and it's Dumbledore's fault! He should have protected them! He should have protected us! Look at Harry! What was he doing, back at the Dursleys, after all that had had happened to him? Look at what Dumbledore was asking of him, and tell me you understand it! It doesn't make sense, Ron! And I don't care anymore!" I push Ron away from me and continue striding forwards, ready to take Malfoy down. Ron doesn't follow me. He's lost whatever he tried to gain.

I don't care anymore.

I march down to the Slytherin Common Room and wait. It's so dark down here. I relish in the shadows. I'm breathing heavily. I don't know what I am feeling, what I am anymore. I'm running on pure, raw energy. I need to hurt Malfoy.

I watch for hours. Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini nearly see me but otherwise I am completely undetected. It feels good, but I'm not sure why.

Malfoy appears a little while later. He's with his two buffoons. My wand is ready and I'm barely conscious of taking them down with two separate spells. Malfoy looks afraid.

I step out of the shadows and reveal myself.

"You watched my parents die," I accuse him gently.

"Granger-"

"You watched my parents die!"

"Look, I-"

"And now you will have to die!" I scream.

"What-!"

"Crucio…!" I hiss.

And suddenly there's more than just my screams in the air.

Please don't take this story too seriously. I don't have a lot of interest in it, but I'm interested to see what you think. Shall I continue it? I'm kind of more interested in Three right now, but it's up to you...