Who Killed Hermione?





Harry Killed Her
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Harry cradled her in his arms, stroking her hair as the spark of life ebbed from her eyes. He felt sorry about it, he really did.

Hermione really had done a lot for him over the years. She’d been a good friend. She’d taken care of him. She’d saved his life on more than one occasion.

But he had seen the way she looked at Ron, and he’d seen her stroking Ron’s hair and even pinching Ron’s arse, so he hadn’t hesitated for a second when Dolohov had fired the curse at Ron – and he’d shoved Hermione in the way.



Hermione Killed Herself
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By the time he found her it was too late. The blood was everywhere and her face was deathly white.

“Hermione, what have you done?” he gasped, gathering her into his arms.

“I took the potion, Harry, I had to,” she whispered.

“But you were going to ask McGonagal...”

“No,” she held on to him with blood covered hands. “No one else must know, Harry. I had to take care of it. It was my fault.”

“It was our fault,” he interrupted.

“Mine,” she whispered. “Ron must never know I betrayed him. He must never know it was your child.”



Ron Killed Her
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Harry gently laid her on the ground, stood shakily and turned on his heel to leave the room.

Ron stood in the doorway, the knife still in his hand.

Harry's nostrils flared. "Why?" he rasped.

"I saw you together," Ron said, simply.

Harry trembled with anger. “And what? You decided to play God? Decided no-one else could have her if you couldn’t have her?”

Ron raised an eyebrow. “I never wanted her, Harry.”

Harry shook his head.

Ron stepped closer and stroked Harry’s cheek with a blood-stained hand. “It’s you, Harry. I only ever wanted you. She didn’t deserve you.”