Hermione Never Did Die

By A. Madalong



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Who am I? This is a question I find myself asking lately...The obvious answer is I'm Hermione Weasley, formerly Hermione Granger. I am Auror, fighting the war against the Dark Lord Voldemort. Every night, I set off on a new mission, with the fear that I will never return home, or when I do return, will my family be there to greet me?

Death has plagued my eyes. Just last week, I watched as my best friend and brother-in-law, Percy Weasley fell dead at the feet of a Death Eater. I tried desperately to save him...But all the curses, charms, and spells I had ever learned blanked from my mind the instant I saw the fateful fear across Percy's face. I am only twenty-six years old, yet I have experienced so much suffering and death....

My family hardly understands... My husband is a Quidditch player- a chaser to be exact. Despite the war, Quidditch is still a part of every day life- it keeps moral up, I suppose. Same with his best friend, the infamous Harry Potter. Both of them spend their days only worrying whether their team will catch the snitch...And then there's Ginny. She's a dear really. She's always so worked up and worried- wondering who will be the next one to 'drop like a flea'. However, she does not know the first thing about death...

Who am I? I am Hermione Weasley... Just a girl, who has be thrown in the middle of a raging war.



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Hermione bite her lip, quivering in fear, as she watched the hands of the clock tick above the roaring fireplace. The flames' reflection drowned the sparkle in her brown eyes... Soon it would be time... She slowly took another sip of her tea, and tried to force a smile on her nervous face. She couldn't let anyone see the fear in her shaking hand, or doubtful eyes.

"Hermione, are you sure you're alright?" Ginny asked her.

Hermione nodded and replied, "I'm fine, Ginny. Really, I am."

"How about another cup of tea then?" Ginny suggested, standing from her sofa. "I'm sure you have enough time for one more cup, before you have to go to work." Ginny gave an imploring, yet scared look.

Hermione gave a laugh under her breath. Ginny always referred to Hermione's missions simply as 'work', as though it was some sort of dull desk job. When in reality, there was always the foreboding risk that Hermione's 'place of work' could very well be her grave.



"No thank-you," Hermione declined politely. The clock struck eleven o'clock, sending shivers down her spine. She gracefully stood from her chair and muttered, "Well, time for work."

Hermione waved her wand, summoning her cloak from the hanger. She reluctantly slipped her arms into the cloak, and clasped the buttons at the front. Then, taking a deep breath in relaxation, she said, "Good bye, Ginny- and thank you...Thank you for everything."

Before Hermione could place her hand on the doorknob, Ginny ran over to her, threw her arms out, and clutched Hermione in a big hug.

"You be careful, Hermione," Ginny cried. "Promise me you'll be careful! Promise you won't end up like Percy! Promise me that we'll be friends forever!"

Hermione pulled away from Ginny, and placed her hands on Ginny's shoulders, looking straight in her eyes. "I promise Ginny," Hermione said.

With that, Hermione said good-bye to Ginny...Her final good-bye...



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A/N: Hope you enjoyed=^_^= Reviews welcome and always appreciated! Chapter two will be up very shortly, so stay tuned!