I do not own Harry Potter nor do I own Evita so yay bare with me.
Your Little Body's Slowly Breaking Down
Hermione slept in the hospital wing of Hogwarts. She didn't know it but her husband was right by her side. He wasn't going to leave her until she awoke.
Healers from Saint Mugos had come to the school when they heard of Hermione passing out in the middle of one of her potion classes. A student had run to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class room to get Severus as his wife lay cold in his old class room. She had developed Ovarian cancer and now it was in its untreatable stage, stage four.
A few days after Hermione's episode, she awoke. Severus was grasping her hand and crying into her bed when she awoke. Her free hand moved to his head and trembling she said in a weak voice, "Don't cry for me. I'll be fine. I swear."
He was so happy to see her awake that he didn't know what to do. And then the reality of it all hit him. Hermione his wife and the love of his life was slowly dieing before his very eyes, and there was nothing he could do about it. "No Hermione, this time you… you're not going to be okay."
She looked at him and a tear slipped down her pale cheek, "Severus?"
"Your little body's slowly breaking down. You're losing speed, you're losing strength, not style, that goes on flourishing forever. But your eyes, your smile do not have the sparkle of your fantastic past." He took a deep breath and trying to sound brave he said to Hermione, "If you climb one more mountain it could be your last."
Appearing to exert a lot of energy Hermione sat up and looked at her hands. She realized she was sick. Being one of the brightest minds since Dumbledore it would be very difficult not to notice that she wasn't herself. But still she denied it. "I'm not that ill, bad moments come but they go. Some days are fine, some a little bit harder, but that doesn't mean we should give up our dreams. Have you ever seen me defeated? Don't you forget what I've been through and yet I'm still standing."
She had been through a lot. After the final battle, she was the only one of the mighty Hogwarts' trio to still be alive. And yet she never gave up. She wanted a child more then anything so that she could bring something good out of two generations that was only exposed to damaging and deadly ideas.
Severus let go of his wife's hand that he was still clasping to. He slowly got up avoiding her eyes and walked over to the chair that he had seen people like Ginny Malfoy and Draco sit in while watching over Hermione and himself.
Severus dint want to have to tell her what was happening, but knowing that she was bound to find out sooner then latter he decided that Hermione should know everything right now.
He said with a slight quiver in his voice, "Hermione, you're dieing."
Pure shock took its hold upon Hermione as she realized that this had to be true. Tears flowed freely and she didn't care anymore. Severus ran to her side and took his wife's hands in his. "So what happens now? Where am I going to?"
"Don't ask anymore."