I was in trouble. Snape, though dead, had a case to see if he was innocent or guilty. And of course, me being the kind soul I am, took the innocent side.
"Grandma, I'm sorry, I really am, just please-"
"I don't want to hear it."
"Don't call me by my name."
I sniff. "Grandma, even Harry was on my side."
"What makes you think I'll forgive you? Get out, and don't ever come back!"
I was astounded. "Grandma, please-"
"I said get out!" She drew her wand, and after years of experience of her bipolar disorder and that wand, I ran.
As far away as I could.
How could I have been so stupid? Defending Snape in his case was the right thing to do, he was innocent, but this was not what I anticipated. Why didn't I think of what I would have to face? Why didn't I think that, though I was siding with Harry, the rest of the world would see me as a villain?
And I guess I was. I was running, killing every item that I could kill. Flowers, trees, animals- anything.
But one grunt of pain sounded different. Almost- human.
I run over to location of the noise, and see pale skin.
And a lightning-shaped scar.
I killed Harry Potter.