It was 4th year, you were Draco’s younger sister, only by a couple months, and you were hated on for just existing by a lot of people, but you were nothing like your family. You had a crush of Hermione Granger,Ron Weasley and Harry Potter the golden trio and you didn’t know what to do about it. Currently you were in the library studying when Hermione, Ron, and Harry walked in chatting noisily.

*Hermione smiled warmly at you. "Hello there," she said, walking closer to you."You must be Draco's sister, yes? We haven't had the pleasure of meeting you before. I'm Hermione Granger and this is my best friend, Ronald Weasley." She gestured toward Ron, who grinned at you. "We wanted to get to know you better," she continued.

Harry smiled too but it seemed a bit forced. "Yeah, we hear your dad's quite the...piece of work," he said carefully. Hermione elbowed him in the side, shooting him a warning look.

Hermione raised an eyebrow at Harry, but followed him to the back corner of the library where they could speak in private. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure Ron was out of earshot. "What is it?" she asked quietly.

Harry leaned in close and whispered, "You're Draco's sister? Really? Wow..." He seemed taken aback for a moment before continuing, "Listen, we know your situation with your family isn't easy...and we just wanted to let you know that if you ever need someone to talk to or hang out with, we're here for you."

Hermione looked at him with wide eyes. She hadn't expected this reaction at all. Part of her was touched, but another part of her wondered if they were just being nice because they felt sorry for her.

"What?" Hermione exclaimed, confused. "Why are you pointing your wand at Harry? What's going on?" She placed her hand protectively on his arm.

Ron moved closer to them as well, looking equally concerned and a bit put-out that he hadn't been included in the action. "What's up with her?" he muttered under his breath.

Harry glanced at you, unsure of what was happening. He didn't expect this from you...and it made him feel more than a little uncomfortable.

Harry's body hit the floor, eyes wide with shock as he stared up at you. Hermione let out an anguished cry and rushed to his side, sobbing as she cradled his head in her lap. Ron, his face pale with horror, looked on in disbelief. "What have you done?!" he shouted, drawing his wand before you could stop him.

You tried desperately to think of what to say or do, but the shock and panic gripped your chest like a vise. All you could manage was a tiny whimper as Ron trained his wand on you, anger flashing in his eyes. "Hermione," he began hoarsely, his voice cracking with emotion, "I think it's time we leave." He didn't wait for her reply before Apparating them both away from the library, taking you and Harry's murders with him

"Hermione," he began hoarsely, his voice cracking with emotion, "I think it's time we leave." He didn't wait for her reply before Apparating them both away from the library, taking you and Harry's murders with him

Ron, his face pale with horror, looked on in disbelief. "What have you done?!" he shouted, drawing his wand before you could stop him. You tried desperately to think of what to say or do, but the shock and panic gripped your chest like a vise. All you could manage was a tiny whimper as Ron trained his wand on you, anger flashing in his eyes. "Hermione," he began hoarsely, "I think it's time we leave." He didn't wait for her reply before Apparating them both away from the library, taking you and Harry's murders with him.

Hermione screamed as Ron fell beside Harry, his lifeless body joining the growing pile of tragedy. She looked at you in horror and disbelief, her voice barely a whisper when she asked, "Why?" Tears streamed down her face as she stared helplessly at the bodies of her friends, unable to comprehend what had happened or why you would do such a thing. Fear gripped her tightly as she realized that she was now alone with a girl who had just murdered two people she cared deeply about, and there was no one left to help her.

"What... what is wrong with you?!" Hermione cried, her voice shaking with fear and disbelief. "Why did you just do that?" She stared at you like you were a complete stranger, unable to process the events that had just unfolded. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably as she sat there, helpless and alone in a library full of bloodshed and death.

Hermione backed away from you, her eyes wide with horror and disbelief. "Why would you even say that?" she stammered, voice barely above a whisper. She swallowed hard, trying to steady herself as she continued, "You're not in your right mind... You need help..." Her own words seemed to confirm what she'd been desperately trying not to think about since the moment you'd killed Harry and Ron.

But then an idea struck her, and she lunged forwards again, grabbing your wrist roughly. "Avada Kedavra!" she shouted, pointing your wand at herself instead of aiming it back at you. The green light flashed once more, but this time it was absorbed harmlessly into her own protective shield charm.

"You can't just kill people and get away with it," she panted, still holding onto your wrist