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Over the Edge

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Over the Edge

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Chapter Seven- Screams in the Night

Harry looked sick upon returning from Dumbledore's office. There was no screaming, or swarms of dementors, and he had come back. Harry did not confess, not like she was expecting it.

Hermione went with what she had planned about lying and the truth. It worked, despite how scared she was. But Professor Dumbledore asked what the last thing Colin said to her was. She remembered (and answered truthfully) ' see you later'. Simple enough.

After everyone went to bed, Hermione found it easier to get some sleep. She wasn't too worried about Harry, knowing he was alright for the time being. He wasn't capable of much right now. Even smart girls like Hermione are wrong once in awhile.

It was about ten or fifteen minutes after getting into bed, in Hermione's half asleep stage. An earth shattering, mind-bending scream pierced through the eardrums of anyone in or around Gryffindor tower.

Hermione, along with the other girls in her dorm, burst into the hallway, throwing themselves among the huge crowd already there. She wasn't too far from the balcony, so she pushed herself through those around her. They didn't notice.

Ron was already at her destination when she got there. He was in awe, but Hermione didn't have to ask, it was all right there.

Ginny, obviously the one who had screamed, stood in the center of the spiral staircase. Below, on the floor, was a body, laying there. A pool of blood around. Dead. It was happening again, less than three days later.

Before either her or Ron could see who it may be, they were pulled back into the mob. There was one voice, only one, that could be made out. Professor McGonagall.

" Everyone into my classroom, NOW!". Like a chain, everyone bolted down the staircase furthest away from the body and to the portrait hole. It was too dark for anyone to see who it was. But there was one person who did know.

Now, it was a huge discovery to those at Hogwarts from the first murder mystery. The murderer was in Gryffindor, and so far, as were the victims. They took place at night, when password entrances were under a more strict effect.

She lost track of Ron somewhere between the portrait hole and the Transfiguration classroom. But it wasn't him she wanted to find right now.

" Harry!" she recognized him in the corner, alone. She saw the tears in his eyes, the look of guilt and horror on his face. " It's okay" Hermione wrapped one arm around his waist and the other around his neck, allowing his head to rest on her shoulder.

" I don't know what the hell is wrong with me!".

" That's what I'm going to find out" she whispered, " Harry, who was it?".

It's not that she wanted to encourage what he was doing, but a lecture would make things worse if anything. Helping him would involve being on his side, which she already was. Speed was everything, seeing as lives were being lost.

" Neville".

Authors Note- While you may not see the pattern of the murder victims, it will make sense when Hermione (and you'll find out at the same time) discovers why. Don't worry Blanche, the scenes I promised are coming.