Over the Edge
~ This is the Final Chapter~
Chapter Twelve- Fall of a Wizard
There was a though it mind for Hermione to believe she was dead. That she hit the wall hard enough to become
Harry's third victim. But she was alive, aching all over along with being dazed. Harry and Ginny were gone, the
first thing she noticed.
It was a struggle to stand, her sore muscles and bruised bones ached with every move she made. Loosing balance and then
beginning to limp, she galloped towards the door.
When entering the corridor of the school after the passage, it was deserted. Hermione feared by the time she'd find
Ginny and Harry, one of them would be dead. A familiar call, identical to the one from earlier that night, rang
throughout the hall echoing around Hermione. It was close, very close, and she wasn't around many classrooms. A
cracking sound, like glass breaking. A window. There weren't any windows in the corridor, only lanterns. But there
were some in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Hermione limped as fast as she could.
Her hair was pulled backwards by huge gusts of wind in the room. The tall window had been broken, breaking the barrier
to the night storm. Leaning very little out the damage (it was defiantly big enough for someone to fit through) thick
raindrops splattered on her hair and face. Thunder was beaming in every direction, lightning occasionally illuminating
the dark clouds. The roof.
The staircases didn't move, like they knew she was in a rush and how serious the matter was. The only door to the
roof platform was at the very top, the eight floor. It was not large at all really, only six or seven feet between two
points in the castle. When she found them, Ginny was free.
But Harry crept closer to her when he saw Hermione. " You don't want to be here, trust me" he warned. The voices had to be loud to not be drowned out by rain or thunder. Hermione was now just as soaked as they already were.
" Harry, let her go, she has nothing to do with this".
Through the streak of insanity across his face, he didn't prey it upon her. " That's not true, she knows more than you. Kind of scary when you look at it".
" Please don't make me do this" Ginny pleaded, crying.
Harry wrapped his arms around her waist. " Come on Gin, you were itching to tell earlier. Besides, she's been patient enough with my issues, I guess you can call them, mental problems" he grinned.
" Harry, don't say that about yourself".
He backed away from Ginny. " This girl right here" he pointed to her, " said the exact same thing not that long ago. She figured it out and ended our so-called relationship".
Relationship? Though Hermione didn't say anything, it was clearly printed across her face. " Yeah, you guessed it" he continued, Ginny frozen by her tears, " she said I was acting weird about my desired revenge. Neville Longbottom and Colin Creevy were the names on the list, the only names actually. Once Miss Weasley here found out the true reason, my motive, and, well, she was pissed'.
Hermione glanced between Ginny and Harry. She didn't know if she now wanted his reason. Obviously, it was known by someone all along. It was Hermione's one goal in him.
Harry slid the knife's blade against Ginny's arm. " Why don't you tell?" he moved it towards her collarbone, " you know you want to".
Ginny froe, hesitating, knowing the danger she'd be putting herself in by not speaking, more the same if she did. " Because of you".
Between thunder and confusion, Hermione didn't hear, " what?".
" Because of you!" Ginny screamed, " he killed them because of you!".
" Because of me?" Hermione moved her drenched hair behind her ears, " how could this be because of me?".
Harry looked at Hermione, with more painful expression rather than insane. " Because you're so attractive".
" What?" she was becoming so aggravated because they were the only ones who could understand.
" Well you must be, Colin and Neville were attracted to you" Hermione's anger fell, " maybe I didn't take the competition very well. I tried to get it out of my head, really, I did. Suddenly, after Ginny here had written me a letter, did I find a way to wheel them in. Write them, making it look as though you were the author, asking them to meet you in an empty common room at night, that's why Colin said ' see you later'. It was guaranteed to work, no one around, and they had no reason not to go. I remember watching them both, hiding in a dark corner while they came downstairs. There was the chance that I could have just sat there until they left, but, I didn't. The urge was too strong and my reflexes to weak. The last thing I wanted was someone in Gryffindor to be accused. They're our family, remember when McGonagall told us that on the first day. So I dragged Colin's body to the library, that's where I was coming from, you were coming down the stairs as I was in the porthole. I would have done the same for Neville if Ginny hadn't screamed".
It took a lot out of him to admit everything. Hermione was stunned, Ginny still horrified because she was so close.
" Harry, I0".
He raised a hand to stop her, " don't worry about it. It may have been good intentions, but it was really bad actions. I don't even deserve Azkaban" Harry bent, whispering in Ginny's ear.
Automatically, Ginny was crying again. " No!".
He handed her the knife in which she could barely hold. " It would be a painless death, the dementors sucking out my soul. Colin and Neville suffered, I made sure of that. Why shouldn't I?".
It took a lot of courage, what Ginny did. Quickly, without a warning, she drove the knife into his abs. Hermione jumped at the action, Harry dropped to one knee, clutching his bloody wound.
" Ginny!" she snapped at the girl who had turned snow pale.
" I told her to" Harry winced, falling entirely to the stone platform.
Ginny dropped the knife, backing away. Hermione knelt next to him, his shoulders resting in her lap.
" I didn't think it'd hurt this much".
She pulled off her glasses, watching the raindrops land on his cheeks. Placing a hand over his, the blood ran onto her skin.
" It was for you, Hermione. Colin, Neville, and now me, it was all for you. Maybe it would have been easier to just tell you" he took a deep breath, " that I love you".
Hermione's smile barely twitched at her mouth corners. Harry closed his eyes. Soon enough, she couldn't tell
raindrops from her own tears. He killed for her, and now he died for her. The question was no longer how much she loved
him, but how much he loved her.
Authors Note- There, it'd done. Now you all know why he did it and how it ended. But, those damn plot bunnies are
still hoping around. I have an idea for the sequel to this that I'm willing to try. What do you guys think of that
idea? Please let me know. Thank you for the reviews on this (and the help, you know who you are) and I'm glad you
all liked it.