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Chapter Thirteen
“Let us now take a moment of silence to remember our lost classmate,” Dumbledore said, his voice echoing solemnly through the Great Hall. He was talking about Ginny again. “The accident that took her life has also taken a great deal of goodness from our halls, and she will be dearly missed…” Accident? Accident?
I felt my blood begin to surge through my veins. I felt like I was looking at myself from somewhere outside my body. I watched myself stand up and start screaming. I heard my voice shouting, but I don’t really know what I said. I saw Ron stand and streak towards me, and the feel of his fist connecting with my cheek brought me back into my body with a harsh clarity. I fell to the floor and tasted blood.
“You stupid bitch!” he spat at me. “You should have stayed away from her when I told you to. You wouldn’t listen to me! It’s your fault she died! She’s dead because of you!”
I didn’t leave my body this time; I was perfectly conscious of what happened at that moment. I raised my wand, aimed it at the empty hole where Ron’s heart should have been, and uttered two words. I felt my rage flow through my veins, rush into my fingers and leave me, flying from the tip of my wand in the form of flashing green light. The only sound that could be heard before Ronald Weasley’s lifeless form hit the floor was that of my own resounding laughter.
-,-`-,-`-,-`-,-
Hermione could hear faint sounds now, the muffled echoes of shouts and pounding feet. ‘They’ve found me,’ she thought. ‘I have to finish.’
I ran, and I found myself here, in the depths of the Chamber of Secrets. I realize now that there are many unanswered questions. Why was the Chamber not sealed? Was the fact that I was able to enter it an indication that I have been a Parselmouth all this time and not known it? Sadly, I fear I will never discover the answers. They are upon me now, and I must leave you, my dearest, with this: I’m sorry that our time together was so short. I’m sorry that we couldn’t run away together, and most of all I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect you from that hatred of the world. Of all the things in the world, I wish that I had died in your place, and that you could still be here, to finish living the life that ignorance and intolerance cut short. Our love was forbidden, but it was there, and still is. I love you. Goodbye.
The footsteps resounded outside the door, only a few moments away from entering the Chamber and taking her away. She wondered who was coming. Had the staff and students risen to follow her? Or had Aurors been summoned to take her to Azkaban? “I wonder,” she thought, “if the greater of my two crimes will be considered the murder or my having the audacity to love someone I wasn’t allowed to love?”
She remembered the way Ron had died, with his rage etched forever on his face. Suddenly, she began to sob uncontrollably. She sank to the floor and lay there, convulsing with unchecked emotion until she became aware of unfamiliar faces watching her as the pummeled away at her Shield Charm, attempting to disable it. “Aurors”, she thought to herself. Well, she would face them standing, with all the dignity she could manage.
As Hermione shifted her weight to stand, she felt an odd shape digging into her thigh. She reached into her pocket and withdrew a small vial, which she had forgotten was there. A deep blue liquid sloshed around inside, the poison she had intended to give Ron that evening. “How odd that things are both different and the same from the way I planned them,” she mused.
She then stood and faced the sea of faces, searching their eyes until she encountered a pair of bright blue ones. Dumbledore stood just outside the barrier, motionless, wearing the most deeply begrieved expression that Hermione had ever seen. She held his gaze for a single heartbeat before unstopping the vial and swallowing the contents. Seconds before they reached her, Hermione Granger sank to the floor, her blood already cold in her veins.
“Keep back!” Dumbledore shouted. “Stay back from her!” He lowered himself to his knees and put out a hand to brush Hermione’s hair from her face. Her eyes were focused far away, her pupils growing wide as her breathing slowed and grew shallow.
“I can see her,” she whispered. “She’s… smiling.”
“Go to her,” Dumbledore implored softly. “She’s waiting for you.” Hermione smiled, closed her eyes, and died quietly; finally finding peace surrounded by hatred.
Fin.
I felt my blood begin to surge through my veins. I felt like I was looking at myself from somewhere outside my body. I watched myself stand up and start screaming. I heard my voice shouting, but I don’t really know what I said. I saw Ron stand and streak towards me, and the feel of his fist connecting with my cheek brought me back into my body with a harsh clarity. I fell to the floor and tasted blood.
“You stupid bitch!” he spat at me. “You should have stayed away from her when I told you to. You wouldn’t listen to me! It’s your fault she died! She’s dead because of you!”
I didn’t leave my body this time; I was perfectly conscious of what happened at that moment. I raised my wand, aimed it at the empty hole where Ron’s heart should have been, and uttered two words. I felt my rage flow through my veins, rush into my fingers and leave me, flying from the tip of my wand in the form of flashing green light. The only sound that could be heard before Ronald Weasley’s lifeless form hit the floor was that of my own resounding laughter.
-,-`-,-`-,-`-,-
Hermione could hear faint sounds now, the muffled echoes of shouts and pounding feet. ‘They’ve found me,’ she thought. ‘I have to finish.’
I ran, and I found myself here, in the depths of the Chamber of Secrets. I realize now that there are many unanswered questions. Why was the Chamber not sealed? Was the fact that I was able to enter it an indication that I have been a Parselmouth all this time and not known it? Sadly, I fear I will never discover the answers. They are upon me now, and I must leave you, my dearest, with this: I’m sorry that our time together was so short. I’m sorry that we couldn’t run away together, and most of all I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect you from that hatred of the world. Of all the things in the world, I wish that I had died in your place, and that you could still be here, to finish living the life that ignorance and intolerance cut short. Our love was forbidden, but it was there, and still is. I love you. Goodbye.
The footsteps resounded outside the door, only a few moments away from entering the Chamber and taking her away. She wondered who was coming. Had the staff and students risen to follow her? Or had Aurors been summoned to take her to Azkaban? “I wonder,” she thought, “if the greater of my two crimes will be considered the murder or my having the audacity to love someone I wasn’t allowed to love?”
She remembered the way Ron had died, with his rage etched forever on his face. Suddenly, she began to sob uncontrollably. She sank to the floor and lay there, convulsing with unchecked emotion until she became aware of unfamiliar faces watching her as the pummeled away at her Shield Charm, attempting to disable it. “Aurors”, she thought to herself. Well, she would face them standing, with all the dignity she could manage.
As Hermione shifted her weight to stand, she felt an odd shape digging into her thigh. She reached into her pocket and withdrew a small vial, which she had forgotten was there. A deep blue liquid sloshed around inside, the poison she had intended to give Ron that evening. “How odd that things are both different and the same from the way I planned them,” she mused.
She then stood and faced the sea of faces, searching their eyes until she encountered a pair of bright blue ones. Dumbledore stood just outside the barrier, motionless, wearing the most deeply begrieved expression that Hermione had ever seen. She held his gaze for a single heartbeat before unstopping the vial and swallowing the contents. Seconds before they reached her, Hermione Granger sank to the floor, her blood already cold in her veins.
“Keep back!” Dumbledore shouted. “Stay back from her!” He lowered himself to his knees and put out a hand to brush Hermione’s hair from her face. Her eyes were focused far away, her pupils growing wide as her breathing slowed and grew shallow.
“I can see her,” she whispered. “She’s… smiling.”
“Go to her,” Dumbledore implored softly. “She’s waiting for you.” Hermione smiled, closed her eyes, and died quietly; finally finding peace surrounded by hatred.
Fin.