Hermione Granger Death Novels & Stories

They were both sobbing on their shoulders, thinking of how much things had gone wrong, thinking why things should be that way. Granny knew before she came to the school that George died. The news of his death was all over Zorphe. Of course, the Council was the one behind it, as they couldn’t admit to themselves that they’ve been trick, thwarted, by no more less than the intelligent man they’ve hired. “I-I’m sorry! If—if it weren’t for m-me, he—he should still be… be a-alive.” Cupping her cheeks, Granny shook her head. “It isn’t your fault. I’ve never blame you, Z. I never will.”

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

“You’re still alive because of me, Ron!” “Oh, please,” he scoffed. “I’m the one who kept you hidden!” she yelled. “I’m the one who feds you now, healed you, helped you stay out of sight!” “I didn’t ask you to!” “Then go die in a ditch!” she snapped. “You ungrateful piece of,” Before she could finish, Ron grabbed the edge of the table and flipped it over with a roar. Hermoine stepped back fast. “Ron, stop it!”

Hermoine isn't that tough by the time. I got up from the floor and my eyes were red like I had been bitten by a deadly animal. Hermoine was on the floor in a pool of her own blood while Eleanor still held that sharp knife in her hand. "You killed her" was all that came to my heart as I watched her take in very short gasps like she was going to do it again and again if need be. "She is a threat and she needs to go. This time we will have no pity on anyone who deserves to die", she wasn't even joking with the words and for some reason I didn't think she was doing anything that would hurt us.

"This… This can't be right. What's going on?" She stumbled backward before suddenly snapping back to reality. Then, she grabbed my arm and demanded, "Then, who was Marvin operating on? Who died?" I pulled my arm free and shrugged innocently. "How would I know? I only came back to pick up the stuffed toy my son left behind. By the time I got here, I heard you'd already wheeled someone into surgery. How am I supposed to know who died?" Grace and the hospital director grew paler with every word that fell from my lips. After all, they understood the situation better than anyone.

Her gray-blue face seemed a little less stiff, but the confusion and wounded look in her eyes still weighed heavily. [System prompt: Hunger is spreading. Proceed to Dorm 4404 to obtain food.] [Warning: 4404’s resident is extremely dangerous! Severely starved!] The live chat was going wild with messages. [4404? Oh no, that’s the Hungry Dead! Granny just escaped the freezer, and now, she’s walking straight into famine!] [That ghost is so hungry it even gnaws on itself! With Granny’s old bones, she’s done for!] I rubbed my empty stomach and steadied my aching back as I climbed off the bed.

Anything! “I didn't think the worst; I saw it with my own fucking eyes. Do you expect me to be smiling and jumping when I'm with someone who can kill another person as if he were an animal?” She spat, looking at him in disbelief as tears streamed down her face. Alexa couldn't help it; she couldn't pretend to be okay with everything she found out today. Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore.

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

To carry so much hate and anger. The idea of her watching me kill someone, that I almost killed Nina in front of her… What the fuck was I thinking? She’s gotta be traumatized from that and probably can’t even talk to anyone about it. Maybe I really needed this last month to reflect. The bottom line is… I’d rather die than be without Hazel. Whatever it takes to make her happy, I have to do it. I can’t just be quick to react all the time. When the car stops everyone gets out and there’s a tap on my shoulder. I turn to see Kylie trying to hand me Hazel’s purse and I give her a nod of thanks. She’d probably be furious if it got left behind, her phone has a ton of pictures from tonight.

"I went everywhere searching for you and only found your remains after you died, and I've lived in regret ever since with the knowledge that I murdered my own sister." I listened to him quietly and suddenly giggled. "You don't get it, Harry Grant—your regret means nothing to me." Staring at his face, which immediately turned pale, I then continued, "Let me tell you the truth that you didn't want to face—Susie didn't die because of kidney failure back then." Harry's head jerked up, his eyes widening and his pupils dilating. "W-What…?" I shrugged as I spoke slowly and clearly, "Susie Grant never died of illness, let alone kidney failure. She died from a drug overdose.