Okay, next chappie is at least 8 pages. Promise. But it'll take about as long as Just Run and Evolution to put together. And now, for credits, as this is not my song I am using to explain Hermione's feelings. The song is "Evolution" by Ayumi Hamasaki. She's one of my favorite artists, and this is my favorite song. It's actually in Japanese, but I put it in English here, since most of you probably wouldn't be able to understand what it is saying. Read and learn bleakly what happened to Hermione.

Evolution:

It's true, isn't it? It seems as though
we're aiming for a new century. It's miraculous:
This is something you can only taste once.
Let's remember one more time.

Will I be okay? On that night, when I discovered that poor girl's bones...I tried to burn them...

On the day we arrived on this Earth
we were somehow happy,
and somehow it hurt.
We were crying

But is it okay? Is it okay to kill, to burn, to hurt, to…

Reality is a traitor; it's easy
to misjudge things. So with your own two eyes
please decide the worth of this place.
Do it with your own standards.

And then that light, so white, so intense, blinding light, I didn't understand. Something had happened, and my abilities…magical and physical…became stronger.

We've arrived in this kind of time.
But somehow we'll die
So somehow we're standing here
and we're living through today.
wow yeah wow yeah wow yeah
We've arrived on this kind of world.
Somehow I'm very happy
somehow it hurts a lot.
While crying at the top of my lungs:

I consider it a curse, to kill and not to kill, to have a person's life in your hands. To have millions of lives in your hands…

Free to kill, free to learn, free to cry, free to… I've killed. I've murdered. I'm broken.

I've arrived in this kind of time.
But I met you.

I've arrived in this kind world.
But I met you.

Sometimes I wonder, if someone…if it's possible, even…for someone to save me. Because it hurts, so badly.

On the day we arrived on this Earth
we were somehow happy,
and somehow it hurt.
We were crying

So I hope I die, often. More than often; It's torture to live.

Maybe it's just that I can't live without him, and I've long forgiven him. But has he forgiven me? And does he remember all that we had?

We've arrived in this kind of time.
But somehow we'll die
So somehow we're standing here
and we're living through today.

Or does he see the new me on the outside and not the old me hidden behind my mask of pain? If only he had the courage to look deeper, because I'll always be waiting.

I've arrived in this kind world.
But I met you.

Because, I love him…