Preface
My name is Hermione Granger and I am on the run with a dead man. I was innocent once, I used to believe in the best of people. Most of you will be lucky to be ignorant, to never know the truth. I have written in this journal every day of my life since my first day of Hogwarts.
I was a girl then, stupid, butch, and ignorant just like the pupils beside me. I have lost that innocence many a time; always wishing to have it back.
Knowledge is said to give you power. Truth is no one never really warns you about the responsibility of the power of knowledge. That was something I had to learn the hard way a while back.
As of today Snape is breathing irregularly, he's pale, eyes closed, face pained, fist balled, jaw tight from restraining a scream and considering all this he's the same as he was yesterday and the day before that. Two years ago he told me to leave him. That he wanted to die. That he deserved it. Yet when I met his eyes I saw fear. He didn't have that resigned look. He wanted to live he just lacked the will power and medical attention to do so.
That is when I made my choice. We all know life is full of them and here I was in the middle of a predicament. To let Snape die or to not let Snape die. A few years back I would have helped only because he was a Hogwarts Professor. That day, on the other hand, my reasons for saving him had changed.
It is at times like these when I flip back the pages of my written time turner and take a look at everything from the beginning.