The forest was quiet. It was already dark. The few stars in the sky didn't have enough luminance to illuminate the path Harry had taken. The ground was wet. The leaves from the trees were slimy and make slurping sounds as he stomped over them moving further into the forest. He finally reached a mossy sward in the middle of the forest surrounded with lofty trees.

Harry dropped the cloak of invisibility on the ground. He looked around suspiciously, worrying that something or something was hiding in the darkness, spying on him, wanting to know his secret.

"Lumos," his wand gleamed, shedding bleak light over the surroundings.

There seemed to be no one. But he felt paranoid.

"Revelio," Harry casted a revealing charm, staring into the darkness, environing the meadow.

He waited a little before pulling Hermione's enchanted bag. The irony of hiding her decaying corpse in the bag she had enchanted to help him win the war. He couldn't carry her body in the open, so he had to stash her in the bag.

He pulled her body from the bag, stared at her lifeless eyes and sense of dread set over him. He had killed her.

He started digging a hole for her. A shallow unmarked grave. It was strange. He didn't feel sad.

He pushed her body into the pit he had dug and covered her with dirt.

"Goodbye, Hermione," he said apathetically, and part of him felt horrified by how little he felt. Something inside him was eating him alive. It was consuming his soul. It was gnawing at his sense of compassion, stripping him of his own self, as if to leave an empty shell behind for something else to fester and take form.

He walked back to school, hidden behind the invisibility clock. No one could find out what he had done. People were going to ask questions. They were going to look for her and if they found her, they would only find her rotting corpse.