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Sad Fate

By Kwarero Faerie

'Nothing but a bushy-haired twit,' Hermione thought to
herself as she walked down the silent halls of Hogwarts Witchcraft and
Wizardry. 'That's what they all say
isn't it? I'm a stupid little girl, a
know-it-all, flunky for the wonderful Harry Potter.' She snorted at that
thought. 'If only they truly knew that
the darling Mr. Potter had become so narcissistic because of their praise.'

Brown eyes closed momentarily as she continued down the
stone halls. They were everything to
her, those halls full of memory and knowledge.
But now it seemed that even their ageless stone scorned her for who she
was. Scorned and shunned her for her
thirst for knowledge. How could halls
know that it was her only way to compensate for her fears. Fears of what would happen later in life and
of who she really was.

No, she wasn't anything horrid like a criminal. She was just an eighteen-year-old
Muggle-born witch in her seventh year of schooling. But that was just it, that was her fear. From what little she knew of the Wizarding
world after she learned of her talents frightened her. Hermione knew that her life would be a
struggle due to her parentage. It was
wholly unfair, she knew, but there was little someone like her could actually
do.

That was why she studied like she did. She did it to show that she had the right to
be where she was. Perhaps she also
quested to be the best so that they might ignore her too. A bit of a round about way to be ignored,
but at times the most intelligent witch to grace the halls of Hogwarts in over
ten years was rather unintelligent. She
knew little of social interaction and even less about her options after her
schooling was over. The eighteen year
old knew she could have many chances at things, but she did not believe anyone
would want someone like her.

Yes, many of her teachers seemed to like her, but she knew
the truth. "They hate me,"
she murmured as her feet echoed off the stones of the passageway. "They all think of me the same way the
Professor Snape thinks of me. I am just
a know-it-all who doesn't know the meaning of stop. They just think they are being polite by not acting on their hatred
outright like Snape." Her feet
carried her forward towards the Astronomy Tower. Up and forwards through halls.
Occasionally she stopped and looked out a window at the dark lawns
surrounding the school.

It was rather late and very much past the curfew placed upon
the students. By the time she reached
the tower she knew she only had a few minutes left before she knew that the
teachers would arrive for their annual staff meeting. The staff room where the meetings typically took place had
somehow become locked and not even Dumbledore could unlock the doors. And even the floo to the room was shut
off. Snape would arrive first, Hermione
knew. He was always near this area at
this time of night.

Slowly, and with a hint of a grin, Hermione pulled out a
sheet of parchment from her black robes.
One could see from beneath her open robes that she wore all white that
evening. White slacks and a white
blouse very typical of Muggle attire.
'A small thumbing of the nose to those Pure-blood elitists,' she thought
as she placed the parchment on the floor, her wand laying across it as if to
keep it from blowing away in a wind.

She could hear footsteps begin to mount the stairs up to the
tower she was in. Hermione took another
look outside and could see the lake and the giant squid in it playing in the
black waters. Star shine reflected in
the dark waters but seemed almost lackluster to the brunette. The door was beginning to open when she
turned back towards the center of the room, a long dagger now in her hand.

Professor Snape frowned when he noticed that someone had
made it to the tower before him. He
usually prided himself in getting to the staff meetings first so that he could
situate himself exactly how he wanted in the room, usually towards the back in
a comfortable chair in the staff room.
But here he was still planning on a back row seat. It took him a moment to realize that the
presence in the room was not that of another professor, but that of Hermione
Granger. He was about to open his mouth
to take points away while also demanding an explanation for her late night romp
out of bed when he noticed the dagger also.

Hermione gave him a small, pain filled smirk. The dagger raised up, now clutched in both
hands. "Oh Happy Dagger, this is
thy sheath, there rest, and let me die."

It was almost like time slowed for the dark professor as he
watched the dagger race towards the breast of Hermione. Time pulled as his body while at the same
time it seemed to flow from hers, allowing time to speed the decent of the
sharp blade. With a gasp escaping her
lips time began to flow correctly again for Severus Snape. His long legs carried him over to her just
in time to catch the dieing girl.

Blood welled up from around the dagger still in her chest
and stained the white blouse a dark, angry red. "You twit," he muttered.

The girl smiled softly as the world began to blur around the
edges for her, "Yes, I am rather stupid.
How better the world shall be without the insufferable know-it-all to
annoy its' occupants." A cough
escaped her lips, a fleck of blood staining them. "Of course," her dimmed eyes looked up into the face
above hers, "I am being very selfish.
I guess they were all right. You
were right about me Professor, I am nothing but a stupid Mudblood."

Snape found himself stunned and at a loss now holding the
lifeless body of his brilliant pupil.
He knew that the rest of the staff was witness to the entire scene for
they were not that far behind him on their arrival to the meeting. They all gathered around Snape and the body
of Hermione, all speechless. It was
Professor Sprout who was the first one to admit tears with a loud and sudden
sob. Soon it seemed that all the
teachers began to shed tears of their own.
Professor McGonagall, with tears in her eyes, tried to take Hermione's
body from Snape, but he was unwilling to let go.

Professor Dumbledore was the one to notice the parchment
next to Snape and Hermione. The twinkle
in his eye was totally absent from him as he picked up the parchment to read
it. He cleared his throat softly as he
held the note in one hand, the fallen witch's wand in the other.

"To the Professors of Hogwarts Witchcraft and
Wizardry," he began reading from the note. Everyone fell silent and turned to look at Dumbledore, with the
exception of Severus Snape who was still looking down into the face of
Hermione.

�To the Professors of Hogwarts Witchcraft
and Wizardry,

"It seems that I can no longer live this lie that has
consumed my life these past seven years.
I know now that I do not belong in this world of magic for all I am is a
stupid Mudblood as most of the Wizarding world would call me. I do not belong here. It is obvious in the contempt you all hold
for me. I know that you all only put up
with me for appearance sake, to make it seem as if there is a place for me
here. But I know the truth. There is no place here for me, a know-it-all
who makes more trouble than good. I am
not needed to fight, otherwise I know that I would have been asked as you have
with Harry and Ron. Even Ginny. But I know now that the reason I was not
asked was because of my uselessness.
Perhaps in my death some good will come of me, for in life I was nothing
but a disappointment for all.

"May you all succeed in doing what is
needed.

"Hermione Granger."

Murmurs filled the air as the Professors silently agreed
that no meeting could be held that night.
"I never knew she felt that way," someone said.

"I should have argued more for her with Albus. But he kept on saying that she would not
want to help in the field," McGonagall whispered.

It was when Snape stood with her body still wrapped in his
arms that everyone fell silent again.
Her entire front of her shirt was red and some had spread to her pants
too. When the dark professor stepped
from the tower the others followed behind him at a slower pace. Finally it was only Albus Dumbledore left in
the empty tower, parchment in one hand a wand in the other. There was a small dark stain where some
blood had pooled on the floor form Hermione's body. It was there that he fell to his knees and wept into his hands,
tears falling past his fingers and into the crimson pool.

When he finally arrived in his office the next morning
Dumbledore found a resignation letter from one Severus Snape, effective at
once. All to soon the Headmaster was
required to go to the Great Hall for breakfast. Once he entered the Hall he walked to the podium at the front of
the staff table. It was then that he
saw the worried looks from the Gryffindor table, especially from Harry, Ron,
and Ginny.

A tear drifted down his cheek as he began to speak, "It
seems I have terrible news to tell you this morning..."
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