"Harry, how could you?!" Hermione cried, backing up against the wall of one of the rooms in the Department of Mysteries. "What have I done?"
"Nothing," whispered Harry. "Nothing at all, look --" Harry pulled up his right sleeve and showed Hermione his forearm.
"No!" Hermione gasped, clapping her hand to her mouth. "You -- you turned?"
"Yes," Harry replied, looking down at his feet. "And I'm sorry for it now too. Voldemort promised your guys' protection, but like he said, promises are made to be broken. And, once you become a Death Eater, there's no turning back."
"No," Hermione whispered, turning away from the wall and now walking toward a tattered, black veil. "No, this can't have happened."
"I'm sorry, Hermione," Harry apolojized. (AN: That doesn't look like the right spellng...) "But it did happen. Avada -- "
At that point another person had rushed into the room. Harry looked up and saw that the newcomer was his godfather. He quickly finished saying his curse, but it was too late to use on Hermione. Sirius had jumped in front of her, and his now lifeless body was falling through the veil behind him.
" Av-Avada K-Kadavra ," Harry sobbed, unable to hold in his emotions any longer. He watched Hermione crumple to the ground, this curse not haveing as much as his first had, and he apparated home.
"I can't take this anymore," Harry whispered, to nobody in particular, except for maybe any remaining Bundimuns. "I can't keep killing all these people."