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Prologue
The war is at a stand still while both sides try to gain support increasing their numbers and strength. Harry, Ron and Ginny began their training with Aurors the summer after the Golden Trio's sixth year. Along with some others in the Order of the Phoenix, but Hermione gave them a lame excuse of wanting to spend the last remaining time with her family till the school year began again. The others put up one hell of a fight however it was all in vain for Hermione would not budge. This unfortunately this only put a damper on their relationship. Hermione just didn't care at this point.
The truth was she had been feeling rather awful lately. Cold sweats, weakness, horrible pains, unable to talk at times, problems breathing…the list just went on and on. So Hermione went to see a healer at St. Mungo's for she feared the worst. Her fears were confirmed when they did not know what the disease was after running every test known to them. They estimated she had less then a year left to live; her body was shutting down. Hermione immediately retreated to her bedroom, staying cooped up in there for a week crying. Deciding that was no way to spend her last remaining moments on earth; pitying herself she took all her saved money and her trust fund to travel the world.
Her travels were mainly to see the world but she visited every mediwitch and wizard hospital on the planet looking for answers. Finding herself in ancient libraries reading all books that could possibly relate to her unknown illness. But she also enjoyed her vacation. Going to clubs, fancy restaurants, theme parks, plays and musicals, museums and much more. Many guys happened to be very interested in the young witch while on her journey to find a cure, but she couldn't bear to bed them for fear of spreading whatever she had inside her.
She grew rather lonely on her trip and came to a decision that she should go back to Hogwarts for her last year. She would take the Head Girl position offered to her but tell only the professors of this new discovery. She begged them not to tell a soul or treat her any differently then they normally would. She knew it was a hard request but wanted to live the last remaining moments as Hermione Jane Granger, not the poor girl that's going to die. She was not stupid and knew that sooner or later she would have to tell her friends, but she chose later. They had enough to worry about with Voldemort growing stronger each day.
Hermione found that certain herbs, potions, and a special diet helped prolong her inevitable doom. Dumbledore told her in a letter that her meals would be prepared separately and she would enter the kitchen whenever she liked or needed to get the herbs she desired. Snape agreed to help make the potions for her and let her into his storage closet any time the need arose.
While she was in Sydney, Australia looking at the last place on her list of things to see, the Sydney Opera House. When she was little she dreamed of one day having the chance to perform there. The young witch vowed that she would never shed a tear over this disease ever again. With quill in hand she wrote a letter detailing her latest findings. With shaking hands she sent the owl off to the Headmaster. Luckily the security guard showed up after all that. But as he saw her silent tears and sorrowful eyes he let her be, though kept a close eye on her.
As Hermione was busy in Australia, Dumbledore sat at his desk talking with the new Muggle Studies Professor, Professor Nicole Kai. With a twinkle in his eye, the headmaster had a plan in the brilliant mind of his and she was just the teacher to help. Dumbledore informed her of the new seventh year project that she would have as her curriculum for their class. For them to graduate they had to take part in the performance of two musicals. In their Hogwarts letters he informed the seventh years of this. And that they would be voting on the two they would be performing the first night back, after the feast.
Dumbledore sat in his office hoping for the best this year for he feared he may never have a chance with some of the students, but maybe, just maybe these plays would get to them. Or the news of the Head Girl would.