Chocolate waves flew in the winds path and clear hazel eyes stared up to the star-filled sky. Hermione Granger (age 17) sighed as she leaned her back against a tree and sat down. Shivering in the coming autumn breeze she pulled her jacket tighter against her self. It was the last day before Hogwarts, and as usual, she dreaded it. She hated acting as though she simply was a nerdy bookworm, with the perfect life. She hated having those snarky Slytherins look down on her, calling her mudblood. She absolutely hated it. That's all she would be to anyone would it now? She had drifted from Harry and Ron; Ginny seemed to fill in her place just fine. Their friendship wasn't completely ruined, but it was damaged. She had proof too; she wasn't invited to the burrow, and had not received any letter by owl except for the customary Hogwarts letter, carrying the expected news that she was head girl.
Earlier on, her mother and she sparred a bit. If she could accept her own fate then why couldn't her mother? Her heart would grow weaker and weaker each day. Her time was like the sunlight, it didn't last. Both trips to Muggle and wizarding hospitals had obviously proved as a failure. She wasn't going to live to graduation, which is the sole reason she had accomplished and studied spells that are average to the common wizard. This thought gave leeway to the burning tears soon to be trickling down her face. This year (since she had achieved her goal) would be different. Her hair had grown out of the barrel of bushiness and into sleek waves that rolled down her back. Her eyes no longer seemed plain brown but orbs of dark chocolate flecked with gold. Her baby fat had all been lost and her curves had finally shown themselves. Once again wrapping her jacket tighter around her as another wind breezed by, she thought to herself; yes… this year will surely be different!
"Hermione, come for dinner! Or else the food will get cold!!" her mother requested from inside.
"Coming!" she hurriedly replied in response.
She would be noticed it was her only chance; she was dying, and she knew it…