The Deathly Hallow Warrior....(Hp fanfic)

secrets and lies

The rest of the evening was rather tense around the school.Umbridge patrolled the school like there was no tomorrow.Zapping shirts into place , breaking up groups of more than three and giving detention to people who were breaking rules she made only because she saw things happening . I'd say by the end of the day at least twenty-seven new rules were put into place. We, being the smart people we were, stayed in the common room clear from Umbridge, therefore clear of trouble. 

"Umbridge is such a witch!" I spat, thinking out loud. "eh I think that's because she uses magic!" Ron pointed out sarcastically.  

"No Ronald, its a phrase muggles use to say that someone, female, is a down right evil mischievious little-" 

"Language Hermione!" Harry said breaking off Hermiones last word.  

"I just can't believe how out of control Umbridge is and no one in the ministry can see It!" I said. "but Faria the problem is not that nobody notices, its that Fudge refuses to allow Dumbledore do anything in the school because he thinks everything he does is to destroy him." Harry explained.  

"I know It just really annoys m- " I stopped in mid sentence by a prickling throb on my mark. Harry began to rub his scar also. "Harry? your scars hurtkng again, that's not a good sign" Hermione said and she darted a look at my arm. the look made me uneasy.  

my mark shot a pain up my arm and I could feel my necklace tingle my neck. This could only mean one thing.I grabbed my arm and stood up. "I need to go to the toilet, I'll be back in a minute." Ron and Harry nodded as to say ok but Hermione just stared. Hermione was acting really strange. I didn't have time to think about Hermione at the moment. I just walked as fast as I could to the girls toilet. It was always deserted. I went over to the sink and looked in to the mirror. my face was gone pale, my hair was slowly turning red and my hands began to tremble. my mark seared with pain so bad, that I let out a small scream. I looked into the mirror once more to see if I had fully changed, I had, but that's not what caught my eye. 

In the corner of the mirror I could see someone standing in the door of the girls toilet, and I lost my breath. It was Hermione.  

"I KNEW IT!" she yelled. " I knew there was something going on It all adds up now."  

"Hermione let me explain-" I lost control and my evil side took over. 

"How did you know?" I asked ,my tone almost sinister. 

"in Dumbledores office, Harry claimed to see a deatheater he had never seen before and you said to Dumbledore that you 'didnt mean to do it', in grimmauld place and in the hospital you left and you left as if you couldn't stand to listen as if you were guilty and at Halloween you never came out of the scare tunnel. you've always been so secretive, and being able to use magic no one else seems to be able to do."I had never seen Hermione like this. she was shaking with rage from betrayal but was terrified at the fact I was a deatheater. she had her hand grabbed tightly around her wand. 

"You tried to kill Rons dad!.....you faught against Dumbledore..." 

"oh Hermione I envy your intelligance. You really are smart." I smiled sinfully and pointed my wand directly at Hermione aiming for her chest...