I may kill myself in the dark

After everything, he had moved on; she had drowned in sadness. As he was getting married, she was dying inside. Warning: Major character death. Depression. Dark thoughts. Sex. Language, violence. Excerpt: ““...and then I hated you, Harry.” Harry’s eyes snapped open and he gazed at Arthur. But the older man didn’t look hateful. No, he looked sad and ... disappointed. “When we entered that Hospital Wing and I saw you and Ginevra kissing.… I hated you. I hated you because ... because I immediately knew that you had just killed what little soul still remained in Hermione Granger.” He stopped and looked seriously at Harry, his eyes boring into the young wizard’s. “That kiss was your own killing curse.” Two-part fic.