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After that night, they both fell into an endless pit of worry and doubts. They had no idea of what was happening to her, and they both feared a repeat of that first night.
Nobody knew of her second attempt of suicide, they hadn't let anyone find out. After they had dealed with the shock of the events, they had gone to the infirmary and convinced Madame Pomfrey that they had dozen off while doing their homework in the common room, and when they woke up, Hermione, being groggy for waking up after having so little sleep, had accidentally cut her hands when she placed them on a very sharp spring that peeked out from under one of the cushioned chairs. Madame Pomfrey didn't seem to believe their story, but it was the middle of the night, and she really wanted to go back to bed, so she quickly healed her and dissmised them without any further questions.
Harry was worried about his best friend's sake, and sanity. Since then, he had noticed how she slowly changed. She seemed to be lost in space a lot, and although it reminded him of Luna, this was different. It was as if she leaved her body behind and wandered off to another place, but while she was gone, she didn't have a faraway expression like he would have expected, instead, her look was determined and grim. It was pretty scary, actually.
Her apperance changed, too. She looked paler and gaunt. There were black circles under her eyes, and her cheeks were practically nonexistent. She was definitely having very little sleep, and from what he heard from her dormmates, when she did, she tossed and turned constantly, and woke up screaming.
She barely ate anything this days. She would just play with her food during meals and eat just a few bites, because she said she felt nauseated if she ate more. It was starting to show, for she looked thinner than ever.
The weirdest thing of all, is that she lost all of her enthusiasm for school. She kept doing her homework and the tasks given at class, but only because it was an obligation. She didn't participate anymore and answered all the questions, she didn't write more information than necessary while doing her homework. She didn't even read for pleausure!
She had become a shell of her old self, and it killed him to see her like that. She wasn't herself anymore, and he wanted to bring her back, but he didn't know how.
He wasn't the only one who noticed this strange behavior. Her closer friends were also very worried for her, all but Ron , who was too busy snogging his new girlfriend to notice if the day was sunny or not. The rest of them agreeded that they needed to help her somehow, and Harry proposed that there was always someone there with her, in case she got into one of those suicide moods. He hadn't told them this obviously, he had covered it by saying they had to coerce her into returning to her old, healthy habits.
Her obvious change had also encouraged the rumours about her. Everyone out of her social circle, even some on the inside, thought that she was extremely depressed about the war. Most of them critizised her for being 'weak', and for not being able to move on. No one had it easy, but seeing someone that was having a worse time than them made them feel better, especially if that someone was a person everybody envied for being strong.
But soon, the day she finally touched bottom arrived.
She suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, again, and felt the sudden urge to go downstairs, again. However, this time Ginny heard her.
"Where are you going, Hermione?" she asked, but the girl ignored her and just left. She decided to follow her, and that it was the worst decision she could have made.
Harry woke up with a start, thanks to that familiar feel in his stomach. Without wasting anymore time, he grabbed his map and darted out of his dorm. He finally found her dot just after coming out of the portrait hole. She was in a classroom, but there was someone else with her. It was Ginny. Still, that sinking feeling remained, so he hurried all the way down to the classroom, which was near the dungeons.
When he arrived just outside the classroom, he steeled himself for whatever he might find inside. Still, he was shocked when he opened the door, because he never expected what he saw.
In the middle of the classroom's floor, there was a shapeless mass, surrounded by a dark red liquid that he recognized inmediately. Then, a part of the mass slowly rose up, and he could distinguish the shapes more clearly now. Hermione was sitting on top of Ginny, who was sprawled on the floor. Ginny wasn't moving, and Hermione had a knife in her hand. Where did she get all those knives from?
She had a mad look in her eyes, and there was so much blood covering her clothes and features that he wanted to throw up. He was too busy seing red, that he didn't notice that the classroom was flooded with darness, and that no light came into it, despite the windows and the open door.
He gazed straight into her eyes, and couldn't find a trace of her there. She then raised her hand and pointed the knife at her chest, and then proceeded to cut a deep gash into into it, blindly following the line of the scar she had gotten in her fifth year. She moaned in pain, but she never stopped looking at him. It was as if she knew that it killed him to see her being hurt, so she did it on purpose.
And just as she was falling on top of Ginny, he understood that she wasn't herself. She was possessed.