Author's Note- The part in / and italicized are from a song, Berry by Dir en Grey (aka my most favorite band 33 ) I think the songs about a bad children/parent relationship ( I don't remember TT) and not a psycho person killing another person o.o; I think I might edit it later so there's...bigger words n.n;;
/I'm sorry/
A figure ran down the empty, darkened hall. It was probably midnight. Clutching a jar of...something in one hand, and pulling her cloak's hood closer to her face as if to hide her, she continued her run down the castle. Her shoes were making clicking sounds after every step, echoing through the halls, quietly disturbing the silence of it all.
/I didn't mean it/
She had done...a stupid. A silly mistake. They were mad at her now. She smiled to herself, remembering the thrill of it all. And now she had this wonderous jar full of...A gunshot like noise shot through the air. She jamp, not expecting it and then paused. She skillfully hid herself against the wall. The noise was just nothing. She continues her journey.
/I'll be good/
But would she really be good? Though she didn't care at all that he was mad at her, she would never do this again. Others would never be able to do it, but because of the immense skill she had inside -she never knew she had it before; tonight she found out about it-, this job was easy. Too easy. Next time she wanted a more challenging challenge, with a more rewarding reward...
/I'm going to kill you/
Yes...she was going to kill him. She ran up the stairs, sometimes skipping a few at once to get their faster. She didn't think twice about killing him. It excited her, it made her happy. She was glad Voldemort had chosen her for this job. She hummed a happy tune to herself. "Harry Potter's going to di-ie, Harry Potter's going to di-ie".
/I'm going to rip your head off/
She could torture him first, make him feel pain strong enough that would make him beg for death, and then just leave him alive to suffer, or until she got bored of him. But she would restrain herself. Now she was at her destination. Just a swift killing, she thought to herself. With the sharp, cold knife she had hidden in her cloak. Faster than you can say...
/like RASBERRY JAM/
"Hermione! NOOO!" Harry screamed as soon as he saw the knife in her hands. But it was too late. Hermione had already cut off his head once he uttered the words. Blood spilled everywhere. "Like rasberry jam," she said aloud, smiling. She put the jar of rasberry jam next to the head and jamp out of the castle through the window...
-the next day, a piece of paper lay next to Harry's desk said;
Hermione was under the Imperius Curse. Ordered by Voldemort to kill Harry Potter, she did so, using her brain she was able to do it with out any trouble. The night before they had gotten into a big fight, Harry had hurt her emotionally, and she wanted revenge. So she turned to Voldemort. Now he's dead. - Dumbledore