Dead. That's what I wanted to be. Dead. I had suffered enough the last months — not to say years — knowing that I was already doomed.
Cancer; that was the cause of my pain and suffering. I was kinda old when I hit the final stage of the disease, fortunately, but deep inside I didn't want to die. There were several times that I had said I was not scared of dying, but... I was lying. I was I truly was afraid of death, and I would not fucking admit it. I tried to cheat death using all the methods I knew that existed. None of them worked. That's when I kind of gave up.
I started smoking and drinking much more than I used to. I stopped caring about myself, I just wanted to do everything I could just to enjoy myself before dying.
Then, there was something else that was bugging me, from the first second in which I became the Supreme; after my death, who would be my successor? Do I want anyone else in my position? And the answer was always no.
The witches, with whom I had been living at that house for a long time now, knew I wasn't willing to let any other witch become the next Supreme. So, they thought up a plan. With Cordelia, my daughter, who was being the one who made this whole thing up, two witches from inside the Coven bullied me merciless by constantly reminding me a bunch of awful things in the past or things that take place in my life right now, including cancer. Their purpose? To push me into committing suicide.
And that is what I did. When the lady witch that I had burned alive left my room, I already had swallowed the pills that the other witch had placed into the palm of my hand. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted away to my eternal sleep.
"She's almost dead..." the man sitting behind the mahogany table whispered. "She's almost dead!" now he was yelling and everyone in the room was eyeing him in sadness and despair.
Seconds later, almost every man and woman in that room was looking anywhere else, but the old man in front of them. One woman, though, was brave enough to even exchange a few words with him.
"We need to bring her here, Albus... This is not how someone's life should end... Besides, she's one of us. She may belong to a different wizarding world, but... that world seems to be hating this woman too much... If she is being hated there, you know we can't let her live in that world. She needs us! And we need her!"
Albus had closed his eyes. A tear was making its way from his high cheekbone to his white, long beard. "I know, Minerva... And that's what we are going to do... Tell Rubeus to bring the lady here in Hogwarts quickly... In the meantime, Mrs. Trelawney, please prepare her chambers; use the room right opposite the Ravenclaw girls dormitories. I'll take care of the rest. Go, we mustn't spare another minute..." Albus gave everyone a nod and stormed out of his office in the next few seconds.
His next move was to make sure Madam Pomfrey would do everything to save Fiona's life. Madam Pomfrey was always into the infirmary, just in case someone was injured. And whenever there was a student or a professor that was injured, Madam Pomfrey would do her job perfectly.
Albus made it to the infirmary in no time. The nurse was tidying up some things left here and there on the bedside tables, but the old man captured her attention in seconds.
"Poppy, my dear, please hurry up! A dying witch is coming to Hogwarts and whom I need you to heal..." he anxiously yet kindly said.
"And what is her case?"
"Suicide attempt..."