THIS CHAPTER IS NOT NESSESARY TO THE STORY IT IS JUST SHOWING HOW SHE DIES! IT REALLY STARTS ON THE SECOND CHAPTER!
A/N: DISCLAIMER FOR ENTIRE STORY! THIS IS MY MIND RUNNING AMUCK TO THE MAGIC THAT IS J. 'S WONDERFUL STORY HARRY POTTER! IF IT IS FAMILIAR TO YOU, I PROBABLY DIDN'T CREATE IT THE PLOT IS MINE, THAT IS ALL.
"Hermione!" The scream tore through my heart as the red light of the spell tore through my flesh.
Ron came running towards me, catching me even as the curse continued to tear me apart, "No, no, no! This can't be happening, it can't! Shit!"
He ducked his head closer to mine as a spell flew over his head, cast by the same woman who'd cursed me. Another explicative was muttered as he apparated us away. We were in the Forest of Dean again. He was muttering words over me, healing spells, prayers, what exactly it was, I couldn't tell you. All I can say is that I knew it wouldn't work. I was dying and he could do nothing to save me. I reached up to touch his face as I let my memories overtake me.
I was five years old. My mother had taken me to the small park just beside the airport because Daddy's flight had been delayed a bit. We had been there for almost an hour before Mummy decided it was time to go back.
"Hermione, darling, come here, you silly goose. We'll be late to see your father home from the airport!" I giggled, looking down at Mummy from the climbing ropes on the jungle gym.
"No, Mummy, I've got to go down the slide, not back down the ropes!" She smiled and shook her head.
"Alright then, sweetpea, just once more, though." She went over to the end of the slide and caught me as I came to the end, picking me up and spinning in a circle with me in her arms, placing a kiss on my nose before placing me on my feet to walk back to the waiting center.
I paused before knocking on my father's bedroom door. An eight year old girl like me shouldn't be up this late, but I'd had a nightmare. Daddy's light was on, but the door was closed, that usually meant he was busy, but I wanted to see him. Steeling myself, I knocked once on the door.
My father's voice, deep and slightly gravelly spoke out, "Helen, love is that you?"
I opened the door and peeked inside. He frowned, "Little Dove? What are you doing awake?"
I looked down,"I had a nightmare, Daddy."
His expression softened and he opened his arms for me to crawl into. I ran up to him and let him pull me into his lap, gently rubbing my back. The familiar scent of mint and coffee grinds soothe me. I let myself cry as he held me, having been holding in the years before. I'd been in a dark place and a scary man with deathly eyes and no hair had been trying to kill me.
Daddy calmed me and then he turned so my back was against his. He leaned forwards and pulled a book out of the left side drawer. It was Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland, my favorite story.
"Shall we continue where we left it?" I nodded and he stroked my hair before opening the book.
" "'What sort of people live about here?'
'In that direction,' the Cat said, waving its right paw round, 'lives a Hatter: and in that direction,' waving the other paw, 'lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad.'
'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: 'we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'
'How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.
'You must be,' said the Cat, 'or you wouldn't have come..."
I was swinging on the swingset in our yard. I remember it very well, for I had felt as if I could fly that day. Felt it so much, in fact, that I simply let go of the chains at the highest point. For a moment I seemed to float, as Alice had, down to the ground. But as soon I looked, I was falling very fast. Just before I reached the ground, I stopped, before falling the rest of the way.
I didn't know I'd done magic, I didn't know how I'd stopped. There was one thing I did know. I'd not be going near that swing set again.
"Happy birthday, Little Dove!" I laughed as Daddy entered my bedroom, a stack of pancakes covered in whipped cream and strawberries with two large number one candles on top. Mummy followed with a tray of bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns.
Daddy sat the tray on my lap and procured three forks and a knife from his pocket as Mummy situated herself on my other side, "Our baby is eleven, Elliot, whatever shall we do?"
"Why, Helen, I haven't the slightest idea!"
I giggled, "I might have one."
They turned to me in a mock questioning way, "Shall we tuck in?"
Mum laughed as I blew out the candles, as I always did, before stealing a strawberry off the top. The three of us finished eating and then went to Park Square to shop for my present. Just before supper, after we'd gone home, there was a knock on the door.
With Mummy just behind me, I opened the door. A lady in a long black-green dress and pointy hat stood there. She handed me an envelope before addressing my mother.
"Mrs. Granger, I presume? My name is Minerva McGonagall, deputy headmistress and head of Gryffindor House at Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I would like to ask you to give me the benefit of the doubt before you discredit my words."
I was a witch.
"Professor, it was me. I came after the troll. I'd read a book about them and I-...I thought I could beat it. I was wrong. If Harry and Ron hadn't came after me...I'd probably be dead."
"Hermione!" Their faces were happy and bright as the two boys ran to embrace me after my dose of the mandrake potion had been administered. I felt happy and loved by my friends.
"Bombarda!" The gate blasted off the door as Sirius looked up at us.
"Would you go to ze Ball with me, Her-my-oh-ninny?" I smiled, blushing and nodding as Victor kissed the back of my hand.
"Of course."
"He's back! Voldemort's back!"
"How about the D.A.?" Everyone glanced at me,"Dumbledore's Assembly."
Harry shook his head, "Army. Dumbledore's Army."
My hand found one of each of theirs as we stood on the ledge of the tower.
"We aren't coming back, are we?" Ron's voice was quiet.
"No." Harry spoke, "No, we aren't."
Spells flying. Pain. I've been hit. Purple light. More pain. Ron...Darkness.