Chapter 3 - Regret
"NOTORIOUS HERMIONE: Life – was one of her favourite things…
Hermione Granger, the most clever witch of Hogwarts and the best friend of famous Harry Potter, was found dead at the solid ground on October 17th 1997. This is one the 'most horrible things that had ever happened at Hogwarts' – as all teachers say. Her window was found open, that's why almost all people are sure that she decided to end her life with suicide. What's more, half of the curtains were dragged, as if she clutched at them, trying not to fell down. However, there are no motivations at all. Professor McGonagall even said that life – was one of her favourite things, and that she was too smart to make such a rash act. She loved her life and no one can argue about it. So what really happened to her? This is going to become one of the most deliberative topics in the wizarding world. Still, there are enough people, who do believe in the truth about suicide. To tell the truth, I think in the same way, too. What else could happen to her? Your possible ideas you can send..."
Harry threw the newspaper desperately. He felt blue. He felt sorry for Hermione, and as always he blamed himself. He was sure that had he been more patient to her that day, nothing would have happened to her of that kind. She would now be alive…there…with them. But all that was just a wishful thinking. He was so mad at himself that he was going out of his wits. He could not talk to Ron; he could not even look at him. Because every time he cast a glance at his best friend he remembered her, and his heart worn out into pieces. He was…nothing and any one at that very moment…his heart was not a whole organ of his body – it was a type of a broken glass – millions tiny pieces, which can never be placed together again…And Ron? He was as a squeezed orange – no emotions left except regret. The regret for her. The regret for everything…
-Hey – Ron said in a hushed and hurt voice, – What are you up to?
-She was the best person I've ever met – Harry said not answering the question, - Remember those words she said that day?
-That we don't understand her?
-No…about our friendship…She said it was no go anymore. Do you think she was right? – Harry raised his smoky gaze at Ron, waiting for an answer.
-I don't know – Was the only reply.
-Try to understand me right, but I can't continue communicating with you. Because…
-Every time you remember her – that what I feel, too. That's why it's not a problem…but anyway, we are still best friends, aren't we? – Ron asked quietly.
-Of course. That's all so weird. I never thought she would leave us like that. I always feared to lose either you or her…and my biggest scare came true. That's just…painful.
-I know…
Draco Malfoy was sitting in his own room, all alone. He was not in the mood to be within someone's company – he wanted to dedicate that day to his thoughts. The thoughts about the girl. But not a particular one, and very special. He wanted to estimate her act. That was the nature of Malfoys – to assess the others. He was looking through 'Daily Prophet' once again, thinking that no one will ever see how the land lies. No one will ever guess why that mudblood Granger did away with herself. He thought he knew the right answer, and he did not feel guilty at all. But, something moved inside him and pricked his heart like a needle. Yet, being a real son of his father, he did not let that temporary feeling take a place in his mind. Having thrown the newspaper away, he stood up, willing to surround himself with a company. A scanty tear run a path at his pale emotionless face. What was that tear about?.No one will ever know; maybe because of a small litter, which was put in his eye by a wind from widely open window? And maybe…
Little crack is always leading to the appearance of another ones, and they, in the turn – to the complete collapse. That what happened to our heroes of the composition…
Fin.
A/N: …(don not know what to say)…The story is finished, and I still die from desire to know your ideas about my work. I want to say some words about the fic. I was writing it with the aim to show how foolish the thoughts of suicide are. I know enough guys, who tried to do this to themselves, just to run away from problems not even wanting to see that a problem can turn to be a joke, if you take some action. Many people think this is the exit from a trouble, not knowing that it's an entrance to heavens. People have only one life – and they need to outlive it, having tasted everything in the life: deep sorrow, cool excitements, broken heart, 1-st sweet love, big shame, victory and many-many other things. You soon forget about small joys you had, but you remember forever all your fails and misfortunes, and that makes you a bit stronger, as Frierdrich Nietzsche said: "What does not kill me, makes me stronger"…That is, indeed true…After all these troubles, you wake up like from a nightmare, and understand that it has already passed away, and here you are – full of energy and power to experience something new. Don't be like my Hermione, who understood everything too late. Think twice before you're going to do anything, which can cause your untimely death. Don't, please, be misunderstood. That's all I wanted to show. Please, let me know your POV. I really need it. The opinion about the fic, about the aim…and stuff. Did I manage to report all my thoughts in a right way?
