Never
Prologue
She had been in St Mungo's for years. Five years and one day to be exact. For the first year she had a lot of visitors but over the years the numbers dwindled and after she had been in for three years it was only me and two others, the boy-who-won't-fucking-die and this handy dandy side kick weasel, her 'best' friends, she hadn't spoken to them in years before they came to the hospital. But on the fifth year it was only me. I would visit her every Tuesday and every Saturday. It had been that way for so long the nurses would get worried ifI didn't show. On a Saturday, two weeks ago, it was her fifth year.....I guessyoucould have to call it her fifth year anniversary, I got a call from the head nurse. The nurse said I should come in, she was calling for me. So I did, even thoughI was in a very important meeting and even though it was aSaturday. WhenI got to her room the nurses hurried me in. As soon as the door closed she said "I need you to do something for me."
She said it so calmly, so sanely. It was the sanest she had sounded in years. "Sure, anything" I replied calmly,but insideI was shouting for joy. I was having an actual conversation with my best friend for the first time in five long years.
"I need you to write my story." then she answered my unasked question "I don't want to be known as ' the girl who went crazy from to much knowledge '."
I winced, I always had a false hope that she was sheltered from the rumors that went around about her. ' The girl who went crazy from to much knowledge ' was the most popular. Complete bull, but still the most popular. "Of course I'll write it, I'll make sure everyone knows the truth about you." WhenI didn't get an responseI looked down at her and relized that she had fallen asleep, with a smile on her face. AsI got up to leaveI heard a faint whisper "I'll be joining them soon."
"I know" I whispered back, silent tears running down my face.
Late that nightI suddenly shot up out of bed. I had a feeling. She was gone. I quickly apparated to the hospital and ran to her room. The doctor was already there. "I'm sorry Ms. Parkenson. She's gone." I begin to sob, and onceI startedI just couldn't stop. My best friend, the last of the onlythree people I had ever trusted, was dead. Hermione Granger was dead.