Battle of Hogwarts, May 2nd, 1998.
Hermione lay on the ground staring up at the stars above her, she feels cold and alone. After being hit with a multitude of curses, a wall exploded around her. Looking up at the stars, she can't help but wonder what she could have done differently, if-onlys and what-ifs running through her head. If only I was more prepared, what if we let Remus join us when he asked, we should have told someone, anyone what our plan was, if only Sirius didn't die. If Harry hadn't died. Tears ran down her face as her thoughts ricocheted around inside her head. Shutting her eyes tightly as she took another ragged breath, she knew she was going to die out here.
If only Harry had grown up with people who cared about him." She whispered one last thought up to the stars. A single tear ran down the side of her face before she was enveloped in a feeling of warmth and darkness and she willingly welcomed what she could only assume was her death.
