A/N- Ok, so this is my first story in, well, what seems like forever. I don't know what inspired it, maybe my current cold, or my unwavering obsession with the show 'LOST', but either way here is the prolouge for my new story, and I hope you enjoy it. I'll be trying to update as much as possible. Next week is final week for me, so after that I will have plenty of time to devote to 'A-L', so don't forget to REVIEW and I hope you enjoy it.

Fire surrounded me at all sides, lighting the dark night and making the paradise around me looking like a blazing inferno. Screams filled the air. The putrid smell of death was already filling the air, clouding my senses. I tried desperately to stand, but my left leg was trapped under was appeared to be a large piece of metal. Blood was surrounding the sand around me, but I felt no pain. Adrenaline filled my veins, as I scrambled haphazardly to find any possible way out. Still my attempts were futile, and soon the blaze that surrounded me became fuzzier as my vision went out of focus.

Death had never been something that I had spent a lot of time thinking about. It seemed foolish now, lying in the sand, that I had left contemplating death until my very last moments. I had never procrastinated on anything, but now I had found out that I had left the most important thing until last. Maybe it was because I had been so close to death so many other times. Death would be something quick and painless, like most deaths on the battle field were.

I had always assumed that when I went it would be my time. But this was all wrong. I was not supposed to die like this. I was supposed to be surrounded by my friends, whether it was on a battle field or in a hospital bed. They should be here, to have their final goodbye. There final memories of me should not be of a selfish girl who was running away from her problems. This was not my time, and I could feel it in every inch of my body.

But I could no longer struggle. My arms would no longer move, no longer fight for my life. I was going to die lying down on the sand as nothing more than a small defeated girl who, for the final time, could not save herself. It was pathetic. It was heart wrenching. I let out a loud sob, and willed my arms to move, my legs to try, even if the attempts proved futile. I let out a strangled scream, knowing that it was over, that nothing I could do would work.

So, I let it all go, and fell into the darkness that I felt surrounding me. It felt as if a strong pair of arms was encircling me, lifting me from my devastating position in the sand. Relief swept over my body, as I felt finally in peace. This would be the day Hermione Granger's life would end.

A/N- I know this short and you're probably like 'WTF? Mate', but this is just the prolouge, I promise you a much longer chapter up very soon! Love you all and please REVIEW! It brings so much joy to my life to hears your thoughts (good or bad), so please REVIEW. Oh! And Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!