The Doom Triangle

Harry had had enough. He was sick of spying on the Hedamaster. He walked away from Hermione as she hissed to him.
"Harry get back here now!"
"Hermione, look. I have other things to worry about, alright." Harry told her.
"Come on Harry!!! This is more important then anything!! Hello, Dumbledore, Death Eater!!" Hermione called to him.
"What if you're wrong, what if his not and you're just jumping to things." Harry called back and walked away from her a little annoyed.
He would not see the fact that Dumbledore was a Death Eater, could not see it possible in anyway. He knew he should listen to Hermione, that most times she was right about these things, but Harry knew for sure that he was right this time, Dumbledore was not a Death eater, he'd die before he became a Death Eater.

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Dumbledore watched from a distance as Hermione Granger watched his double move around in the castle. Harry had left her and was alone, and it was right in the place that he wanted them.
Dumbledore walked slowly up to Hermione, not making a sound at all.

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Hermione watched Dumbledore as he picked something up from the ground, looked up and said something, to nobody.
"Thats not Dumbledore...." she said to herself. "Thats..thats a double, but then that means..."
Hermione turned and right before her stood Dumbledore holding out his wand.
"You are a smart Witch Miss Granger, able to tell the difference." Dumbledore smiled.
"How could you, after everything you have lived for?? After all that Harry has trusted you with!" Hermione snapped at him tears in her eyes.
"Oh, so now we are going to cry. I thought you are ment to be there for Harry, support him, but no, all you want to do is spy on me." Dumbledore said.
"Who wouldn't!!" Hermione asked.
"Harry Potter." Dumbledore smiled.

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Harry turned back around, suddenly feeling sorry for leaving Hermione the way he had. He shock his head. 'You're being stupid Harry, go talk to her, she could just as well be right.' Harry sighed and contiuned to walk back to Hermione.
However when he got there he could not see her, she was not where he had last left her.
"Tippical of Hermione to wonder off when she has nobody that agrees with her." Harry said half hateredly.
He was just about to turn when he saw something, a shoe on the ground under a bush. Hermiones shoe. Harry moved towards it and bent down. He grabbed the shoe and pulled, but it was not the only thing that came out, it was a whole body, Hermione's body.
Harry froze, dropping the foot in shock. He coughed, almost being sick. Hermiones life less body was all twisted and covered in blood. Harry sat down on the ground, looking at her unfocused. He couldn't deal anymore, first Ron and now Hermione, he was losing everyone.
Tears spilled over and Harry sat there rocking back and forwards wanting to hold Hermione, but not wanting to hold a cold, non moving body. His heart ached, in their first year Harry had liked her, but then his feeelings for Draco kicked in and he forgot about her, it was like, he never realised what he had had untill he had lost it. Their last words to each other had been in slight hatered, slight anger at each other and Harry was never going to make it up to her. Ever.

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Draco looked over at Harry and saw the hurt in his eyes, not only had Harry now lost Hermione, haven lost Ron and Sirius, but he had lost himself too. He had just given up. Not going to classes anymore, not talking to anyone, not eating, and most of all, not spending any time witrh Draco.
Dumbledore was no place to be seen. He was sick was what they students where told, but Draco new what was going on, Dumbledore did not care anymore, he had killed Hermione, Draco knew because when he had found Harry sitting the crying, there was evidence of who had done it, a pair of specs and they where Dumbledore's. Nobody else had half moon glasses at Hogwarts and from what he knew in the wizarding world.
Draco had not been at Ron's funual, but he was here now at Hermione's. Cho stood under a tree, she was not crying, she was in silence, she was suffering herself. She and Hermione had been in love, a love that could not be broken, and now she had lost that, just like Harry had lost the people that where family to him. But now Harry had on last thing to do.
Draco knew as he stood there watching the rain poor down on Hermiones grave that Harry was thinking only one thing, confront Dumbledore about it. It was the only thing to do now, it was the only thing he was going to live for.