I have always suspected her of trying to do something bad. But to kill Hermione? Never. After all, she was a Hufflepuff. I was surprised when I saw her, laughing in front of me, saying "Yes, I killed her. No I have to kill you.". But she couldn't. Ron saved me, yet he died. I started crying, I just couldn't help. I felt useless. Powerless. Fake. A liar. I wasn't Lara Elisabeth Winslow anymore. I became a bad person. Ron died for me. Same did Hermione. They tried to protect me, but they couldn't. They were killed. But I was the one suposed to die. That's why I hate me. That's why I share this book with you. I want people to know the truth.
Okay, so this is the beggining of my new fanfiction. It's about a character I created on my Instagram account with my followers. Check it, it is @/hermionespatronvs
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~ Daria