DESTINY
CHAPTER 1 – THE SCAR
"You bloody prat!"
It was the last sentence formed by her delicate lips before she succumbed to her untimely demise.
Death. It had seemed so surreal at that particular moment. It had seemed impossible for someone so infallible.
Golden, honey brown eyes and perfectly slightly pouted lips within a heart-shaped face, visualized Hermione. She was more unlike any other girl, as her face was framed with a halo of thick, unruly, and seemingly endless curls. She was a hand full; yet, she was more than you or anyone else could've pondered for.
She was gone. Her killer had disappeared. Your only hope was that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't completely settled in the heavens just yet; that her sweet soul hadn't left her body yet.
Realization was just dawning on you for how much you needed her. She wasn't just the ONLY girl; she was the brain and intellect behind you still being alive. Without her, you had no chance and no luck finding the key. The key to the puzzle of the life you never wanted. If you could ask for one thing in the entire world, it would be her life. So you ask for the next best thing. You look to the heavens and beg for your own death, knowing it is the only way to see her again.
You take one last look at those eyes and see them slowly open. You glance at her petite form, where your eyes land on her forehead – on a lightning bolt shaped scar.