A/N: Hi! This is the translation of my story, oroginally posted in French. English isn't my first language so i hope i didn't totally screwed up. Enjoy and don't hesitate to tell me what you think of it!
I felt like I was enjoying my life. Before I died, I had believed it sincerely.
Honestly, now I could clearly see that I was wrong. I was 22 years old; I was young and thought I had plenty of time to spend with my loved ones, to find love or do all the things that Mrs. Weasley was pushing me to do.
Now I was dead.
Clearly, I was wrong.
Especially considering that my end happened in the most nonsensical way possible.
Because of my obsession with the job I was working on, a sensitive project for the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic. For six days. With hardly any pose for sleep.
Beginner error.
The explosion too.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
I, Hermione Granger, the most intelligent witch of her generation, was dead because of a lack of sleep.
If they were not so sad, Harry and Ron would laugh at me.
Merlin, the Death Eaters who will learn it will not be bothered!
To top it off, I didn't even know where I was! Since the time I'm stuck in this in-between black and warm world, I have had time to meditate on my own foolishness, thank you, can we move on?
As I was about to list all the possibilities of life after death in different legends and religions I know of, the world around me shook.
I don't know how long it lasted, but after the trembling and feeling of pressure, then there was the blinding light and the choking sensation. It was as if all the oxygen had been sucked out of my lungs. The world around me had gone from complete darkness to a horribly bright blur.
But I still couldn't breathe.
Sudden pain brought me out of the panic in which I began to fall, and suddenly the air went through my lungs again.
I could hear in the distance the sound of a baby crying, loudly.
In my defence, it only took me a minute to understand and...
Well, Merlin, crap.