Chapter: outlook

Hermione is still standing in the hospital room, staring at the corpse, unable to understand what has just happened. Exhausted, she turns around and looks Lucius Malfoy in the eye.

"Did I do the right thing?" She asks hesitantly.

"Hermione, the Dark Lord will be proud of you and so am I," he says with a smile.

Lied, that's a lie, Lucius hasn't been one of Voldemort's people for a long time, he's only spying on him for Dumbeldore. Hermione doesn't know that of course and trusts him blindly, which is good, otherwise everything would have been for nothing. I look at them both satisfied and lean back on my small but cozy cloud and watch the goings-on with excitement.

Hermione wants to go, but Lucius holds her tightly, Hermione curses and asked what this is about. Lucius grins darkly at her and says: "I'll take you to Dumbeldore now and he'll know what to do!"

"You lousy traitor, you've been on Dumbeldore's side the whole time, I should have known," yells Hermione.

Lucius fires a shock spell on Hermione and grabs her to bring her tied up to Dumbeldore's office a few minutes later. He is already waiting for them and asks if everything went well. Mr. Malfoy nods in peace and goes to get Severus Snape to take the curse off Hermione, yes Hermione was actually cursed by Voldemort. Hermione finally wakes up and scowls at Dumbeldore, she curses and tries to fight back, but she doesn't succeed.

Snape finally rushes into the office, grabs Hermione, takes the curse off her and gives her a sleeping potion that lets her sleep for hours. Yes, it is better for Hermione that she sleeps and forgets what she has done, well, she won't forget it, half the school knows how bad it was. She'll suffer enough when she wakes up to find out that she killed me, her best friend, and that only because of a stupid curse. Well, nobody could know beforehand what? Well, I'll stay up here for a while and let the whole thing work on me, let's see what's going on in Hermione, now that I'm no longer consecrating among the living. Man, the thought isn't that bad, I'm dead and somehow not.

I'm sitting here on a cloud and see what my dear Hermione is doing and thinking. Yes, I can read the mind of the living as a ghost and that's pretty cool.
Hermione is taken to the hospital wing, as is my lifeless, dead body. They lay me in an empty bed against the wall and cover my rigid body with a white linen cloth. Hermione is laid in the bed next to me and sleeps soundly. She doesn't even seem to be dreaming, she just lies there quietly and slumbering peacefully, like a small child. I look at her and smile, still wondering how she got the heart to kill me?Unfortunately I don't get an answer.