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This chapter contains a disturbing scene dealing with suicide and other deep things so be warned, you might want to cry. It is very scary! knives and intellectual problems, so don't read this story if you can't deal!

Hermione sat down on her bed and relaxed, thinking about her day, when Hedwig appeared at her balcony. 'Harry?' Hermione knew exactly what was going to be in his letter, and she got up to let a tired bird inside. She gave Hedwig some owl treats and took the letter.

Hermione,

If you don't know what has happened, I cheated on Ginny. I figured Ron would tell you, but I forgot about our fights when I sent the letter. Please don't jugde me immeadiately, because I caught Ginny cheating on me as well. I want to break up with Ginny, because the person I have reaquainted with is a thousand times her, and I think I am in love.

Another issue, I know Ginny has sent you a letter, because I was with her (and her new mate!!!) when she wrote it. I was sent to the insane ward for jumping out of a seven floor building and I am beginning to think I did! But Hermione, I am almost positive that I did not do this on purpose and I need your intellect right now.

I have to pretend that this woman is my wife so the Healers don't try to take her back in. She has already told me they were treating her horribly.

I think you should talk to Ron. He's sounding rather hurt.

Sincerly,

Harry Potter

Hermione swallowed hard. They were cheating on each other? Harry wants to break up with Ginny? But he broke up with her six years ago so she wouldn't be hurt by Voldemort.

She walked downstairs to her enormous library and started looking for certain clues.

"Draco?" Ginny felt him get up and push her over in the bed.

"I have to go visit my mother, we always have tea on Wednesday, since she became pregnant." He said softly, pulling up his pants and slipping in his silk shirt.

She reached her arms up from under the blanket and pulled him down. She kissed him softly, smelling his scent. He had taken a shower recently, she noted. "Why were you in bed if you had taken a shower?" she asked sleepily, not being a morning person, she was slightly dazed.

"I wanted to watch you sleep." He kissed her head and Apparated away.

Neville walked over to his parent's grave, shivering. At three ten in the morning, it was not that warm. He dropped to his knees and saw the tombstone had been graffitied. He felt his heart burn, and his face suddenly felt very hot.

He was depressed again, and said, "Why are you making me do this?"

He was forced to look down at his hand. It held a sharp carving knife. "NO!!!" he screamed, knowing what was in store.

There was a dense fog, and the tall evergreens stopped anyone from seeing Neville.

"Why have you brought me here?" he cried, horrified with what he was being made to do.

His hand started moving without his own permission. It was as if it were that person's hand. But it couldn't be. That person's hand was small and bony, while Neville's was muscular and fleshy.

Neville shivered again, wishing he had clothes. He tried crouching over to shield his exposed body from the cold, but the hand holding the knife cut him sharply across the chest.

"Oh GODS!" Neville cried, his eyes brimming with tears. He heard a soft laughter that he could've sworn was inside his own head.

His chest stung with the cold air attacking the open wound, and the hand did not stop there. It went for his legs, slice, slice, slice. Three large wounds were bleeding rich red liquid.

"STOP!!!!" Neville screamed. He heard the laughter again, and this time asked, "Who's there? Where are you?" He was breathing hard, barely catching the cold air. In the fog, Neville could see a body walking toward a coffin next to his.

Neville's eyes widened, horrified at what he saw. It was a woman, as naked as he, her left hand just as occupied as his.

She saw him and burst into tears, crying loudly and the knife cut across her breasts.

"LUNA!!!" Neville roared, and they lunged toward each other, each hoping to save the other.

They stabbed each other in the stomach, and laughter was ringing all over the graveyard, wickedly, crazy, laughter, making their heads turn and look for the cause, and before they knew it they were grasping onto each other and spinning and spinning and spinning...

I know I'm horrible, aren't I?