The way it ends.
There she is, saying goodbye to her friends. Walking alone today? Bad choice Hermione. Air's good. Salty. Makes me feel on edge. I'm already starting to sound like a murderer, ironic.
That's it Hermione, you can walk my way. God knows how many times I've had to follow people around the country. All those other fools, the ones who think they can avoid me. There is no avoiding me. People are gone because of those murderers: Sirius, Dumbledore, and Lupin. Now I'm the killer, the one hunting them down. I remember hearing Lupin's screams, torn apart by his own kind, also ironic.
Now its Hermione's turn. Hermione looks pretty good. Her jacket reminds me of Ginny's skin, creamy white, before Voldemort had his…way. Her and Ron must be doing pretty well as Aurors, figures that Hermione would get the life I dreamt of: dark-wizard catcher, a home, baby on the way. Oh yes, Hermione is very much expecting.
'Harry. Why are you here? Are you going to kill me Harry? Like the others? Kill my baby too?'
Her cheeks flush. She wants that baby. She wants that life with Ron. I sigh.
'Do you want an answer to that?' I'm grinning at her. Something about my grin makes her think. Maybe the fact that she is going to die sinks in. Hermione looks ever so slightly to her left, to the road not to far away, too her car. She won't make it. Everything she says now just delays what's going to come. And what's going to come? The backstabber gets stabbed. Howfitting.
While I stood there gazing into space Hermione's made a break for it. I'm not the pasty-faced boy I used to be. I sprint after her. I'm supposed to have the upper hand here; she's not getting away! Not after what she's done to me!
Calm Harry. Stay calm; I've grabbed her, she's sobbing in my arms. I still have the upper hand.
'Stupid fool! You think you could avoid me! Run away to your knight in bloody shining armour! Does Ron know you're responsible for his sisters' death? Does Ron know you gave her to Voldemort!'
She stutters out a small 'No'. I punch her in the face. Blood trickles down her nose and she lets out a sob. Her nose is broken.
Hermione screams now. I drag her into an alleyway by her hair; it has to be just the two of us.
'Harry! Please I just want my baby! I know I deserve it but does my child, Ron's child deserve to die? Does Ron deserve his child to die?' Her eyes bulge out as she screams this.
Out of my trouser pocket I pull out a small dagger. It's a simple thing, silver handle, nothing pretty. When her she notices the knife she throws her head back and really throws out a yell. Hell, for fifteen minutes she's been pleading for her life and only now does she really struggle. Really become worried.
I pull her to her feet, her back to me. I can smell her perfume, its nice, nice and sweet. She smells like a real mom, pity she'll never become one. And with that thought in mind I slit her throat. She collapses to the floor, gagging. She looks round at me, giving me a hurt look. What can I say? She told Voldemort where Ginny was hiding. I was never going to approve of that. Maybe I should hold her, for old times sake, until she's gone? No. I know I couldn't.
She's gone. Hermione and me? We're even. Finally.
Well that was about it! Review if you want and peace out!