So I did indeed abandon this project, but peer pressure is making me update it. I look forward to the future interpretations of my work. Please review, and further more, enjoy!
A yell drops through the vail of darkness. Although all is dead, the night lives.
Hermione places her wand on the desk beside her. She wanted a reason to practice wand less magic, surely now would be the perfect time. It would advert suspicion from her. She expected a trial if her plan worked successfully. It was a battle of wills within her mind, she wanted glory, she wanted people to know she did it, she wanted to hear the hairs stand up on students necks as they whispered words of fear in her presence. She wanted them to know the new Hermione. She would embrace them with open arms, all of her soon to be cowardly followers. But alas, she knew it could never be. Who would suspect her, little miss bookworm Granger, a shadow in the glistening light of the boy who lived.
It took a lot of planning to decide how exactly to punish Astoria. Death would be too easy an escape. "Oh no, that bitch deserves a lot worse than death" Hermione allows herself to mindlessly whisper amongst the shadows. At first she tried to filter out the, for lack of a better word, Slytherin thoughts that cursed through her mind like dauntless arrows aiming for her moral conscious. But now, now she embraced them, willing to accept this as her true self, she deserved the glory, the worship, the blind fear behind her actions. And it is thanks to these same thoughts that she knows how to, torment our antagonist.
Clearly having spent summers with the Weasley family, she had picked up a few mischievous ideas, it all seemed to be fitting together to form a small piece in the larger picture. Oh yes, Astoria, well, is there anything worse than being lost in your own mind? Feeling as though the privacy has been shredded, as though life itself is an illusion. There could be nothing worse to Hermione, and she loved it.
The curtains close as we witness a giggling Astoria Greengrass stop dead in her tracks. A yell drops through the vail of darkness. Although all is dead, the night lives...