Die or kill...

“Poor, poor Hermione,” Ginny’s sharp nails dug into my cheeks, “who would have thought that one day you would be fooled. You will lie in front of me in a pool of your own blood and look with such delightful eyes full of doom. “He was your husband,” I moaned in impotence. How could you betray him? “Such is his fate,” the red-haired woman shrugged melancholy. — The prophecy said that he would be revived by a new evil, even more cruel and frightening. The half-breed, who tasted the blood of the enemy, will not fall asleep in his grave, even after passing through death. You see, my good, my husband is not just a half-breed, the most terrible blood of all flowed in his veins. Demonologists, according to legends, deceived death itself. Such as him, do not hide from the light. I did everything I could to protect him and give him a peaceful dream. I hope now you take yours for granted. “I don’t understand what you are for,” a hand broken in the shoulder, gave in pain, the beaten naga screwed up as if it was slowly sawed off, but I continued to grab the rest of my life. “Couldn’t everything be solved peacefully?” As Professor Dumbledore taught, with the help of love and light! “Everything is happening according to his will,” she laughed and gladly stepped on my fingers, making them crisp. “No one would let a wretched fleabag like you actually run a magical society that is also as uneducated and ignorant of a fool as you are. Actually, thought she was smarter than anyone? - I wanted to make this world better, — evil tears strangled, but there was no use from them, I felt how life bit by bit left the body. “The only thing you did right, signed with your hand the death sentence for Malfoy,” she laughed. “No one wanted to take such a sin on the soul. The murder of the last of twenty-eight… You know, it was stupid… Magic is unlikely to forgive you for that. Harry did not have such a high status, and we still have children with him, he is not the last in the family, there will be nothing for his head. But you have to burn in Hell. - What? — Eyes expanded with shock, I looked at my once friend. “God, you didn’t even know why the families of this damn holy gang are so important,” she flashed her eyes cheerfully, “it was not for nothing that Mother always said that Ron had found himself the most disgusting wife of all possible. “But your last names are also on this list,” I looked at her incomprehensibly, “how could I kill the latter? “Stupid, stupid Germie,” she patted me in the face, “they do not become traitors, they are born. And you’re as much a traitor as we are. But you know, for the sake of a great goal, for the sake of a bright side, I was ready to sacrifice a few years of my life spent next to Potter. I even liked it, bathing in luxury and wealth, knowing that you are almost a saint in the eyes of society, and killing at night. The most amazing and amazing thing to do. “And you were never nasty?” I croaked, feeling like another blow from her, something in the spine shifts and the pain in the lower part of the body disappears. Did you feel sick of your own hypocrisy? “It made me sick only because all these years I had to pretend to be your friend,” she spat in my face, “but now your story has come to an end. And I will personally put an end to it. “So that you die,” she squeezed out of herself. “Not with your prayers, Granger,” she laughed, like a madwoman. And in the next moment, sharp pain in the neck overshadowed everything… I couldn’t say how long the outburst lasted, a moment or ages. Just in an instant came darkness… A life-saving refuge that embraced me and surrounded me with its silky arms. She was tremendously lulled and did not let me be sad. So that in the next second over the ear there was a deafening cry of the alarm clock and somewhere nearby disaffected voices listened. Opening my eyes sharply, I stared in shock at the familiar canopy and sat down sharply, looking around the room I occupied in Gryffindor’s dormitory, virtually twenty years ago. Am I back? I’m back! I’m back…