AN-Hi. I've been inspired to do a new story. Kind of strange actually. A month ago, a friend of mine tried to kill himself. He took an overdose in medication. Well, after school on the day he got out of the hopsitol, we were at the library together, I was listening to some Evanescence on the internet because he got me really upset and depressed, I got the idea for this story. Ha ha, my friends should try it more often, I'd have more stories or chapters for my stories. Oh God, that was wronge to say. I was being sarcastic. Besides, it's not like any of the kids at my school read on this website anyway. Well here is the story. Tell me what you think. Please don't be to harsh. Enjoy.

Disclaimer-I do not own Harry Potter. All rights and trademarks belong to J. K. Rolling and Warnerbrothers. Even though she managed to sort of mess up the sixth book.

Harry looked down at Hermione's body on the floor, her blood pooling around her. A knife held in her limp hand. Tears flowed from his eyes. He dropped to the floor, lifted her to his chest and held her close. Ron looked on from the door, not believing what he was witnessing.

"Why," Harry asked in whispered. "Why'd you do this and leave me here? I love you, my dear, sweet Hermione."

A few hours earlier

"I have to do it tonight," Hermione thought. "It's the only way. I love him so much it hurts. I can't stand it anymore." Harry waved his hand in front of her face. Hermione snapped out of her trance and gasped as she looked around. She realized that they were still in potions. Professor Snap looked over to her, Harry, and Ron's table and had a look of outrage on his face. He walked very quickly over to the table.

"What is going on here?" he asked in a hiss. None of the three looked in him the eye, searching for a lie to tell him.

"Well you see, Professor," Hermione started, thinking up a lie really fast, "I'm not feeling feeling very well. May I please go to the Hospitol Wing?"

Snape's look of outrage increased. "And why is it that you think I would dismiss you of all people from class, Miss Granger?"

"Do you want me to throw up all over your class room, Sir?"

Snape's look of outraged dissapeared but was quickly replaced with a look of disgust. With a sigh he said, "Very well. But I want you in my office tonight to discuss when you will be serving your detention for getting out of class."

Hermione nodded and ran out the door. Snape turned back to the class to find all of his students staring at him in disbelief.

"Well, what are you all staring at? Get back to work before I curse you all into oblivion!"

The students hastely turned back to their coulderns and began to to stir. Snape walked back to his desk and grabbed a piece of parchement and a quill. "Ten points from Grffyndor!"

The Grffydor's groaned. It was going to be a long day.

AN-Please review.