A/n I know this is a strange idea, but please r/r. I also would like to you
to know this is completely fiction, and I have no evidence to prove this.
I, J.K Rowling, am Hermione Granger. How did I get here you ask. As many of you know it started in my fourth year with the death of Cedric. It got worse from there. After Cedric, came Hagrid, then Collin and his brother Dennis, and many others after that. I was scared for family, friends, and myself. If it had not for Ron, I would have gone back to Hogwarts. Ron was one of the reasons I fled to the Muggle world. I remember the news that changed my life forever. **************************************************************************** ********** "Hermione," whispered a red haired puffy eyed girl. "Ginny, is it news about Ron?" I asked sitting on the end of my bed. The Death Eaters about a week ago had captured Ron in the night. "They found his body, Hermione," Ginny said turning her eyes to Hermione. Tears slowly poured from my eyes slowly down my cheeks. I had loved Ron with all my heart. I know we had fought at times, but I loved him. I hope he knew I loved him. Ginny sat on the end of the bed with me, and we sat there and cried until I fell asleep. I knew then, and there I would fight till the end for Ron. **************************************************************************** ********** From that point in time thing went down hill. Harry felt responsible for Ron's death, and went out by himself to find You-Know-Who. Harry was gone for months; none of us knowing were he was. Ginny wouldn't eat, and couldn't sleep. Her hair lost it shine, and her eyes lost their sparkle. Then the day came when You-Know-Who was defeated. Harry had killed him, but this left Harry on his deathbed. **************************************************************************** ********** I walked into the Hospital room, and sat next to Harry. I could see that he was near death. "Hermione, let me tell you how I defeated him," Harry said weakly. He grabbed my hand, and told me the tell of how he destroyed You- Know -Who. "I have told you the ending to my story, Hermione please tell the world my story," He said his green eyes staring at me waiting for my answer. I nodded my head. "Then let me tell you the rest of it," He said. He sat there holding my hand, and for hours told me his life story. After he was done, I left and Ginny came. **************************************************************************** ********** Harry died that night. The next morning I found that Ginny had committed suicide. Everybody I had ever loved from the wizarding world was gone. I had but one place to turn to the Muggle world. I lived many years as J.K Rowling. I had gotten my first name from my middle. My middle from my grandmother, and my last was my mom's maiden name. I had married, had a baby, and gotten divorced. Then finally one day on a train, I remembered my promise to Harry. I started to write, and it seemed that the words flowed out easily. When the words were put down on paper, my sorrows came out with them. I slowly got over Ron, though there will be a place in my heart for him. I was so surprised when it got published. I have kept my promise to Harry, now the world knows his story. I will continue to write, and this is why my story is so short. If I reveal too much here, there is no use reading the rest. My child will get a letter from Hogwarts. I have seen the signs. She once wanted cookies from the top shelf, and they floated down. I just hope she can have as many adventures as I did. I, Hermione Granger, am J.K Rowling.
A/n I know this was crazy. You probably think I am crazy too. Heck it was typed late at night. So give a crazy person what she wants, just hit the little button at the bottom of this page and review.
I, J.K Rowling, am Hermione Granger. How did I get here you ask. As many of you know it started in my fourth year with the death of Cedric. It got worse from there. After Cedric, came Hagrid, then Collin and his brother Dennis, and many others after that. I was scared for family, friends, and myself. If it had not for Ron, I would have gone back to Hogwarts. Ron was one of the reasons I fled to the Muggle world. I remember the news that changed my life forever. **************************************************************************** ********** "Hermione," whispered a red haired puffy eyed girl. "Ginny, is it news about Ron?" I asked sitting on the end of my bed. The Death Eaters about a week ago had captured Ron in the night. "They found his body, Hermione," Ginny said turning her eyes to Hermione. Tears slowly poured from my eyes slowly down my cheeks. I had loved Ron with all my heart. I know we had fought at times, but I loved him. I hope he knew I loved him. Ginny sat on the end of the bed with me, and we sat there and cried until I fell asleep. I knew then, and there I would fight till the end for Ron. **************************************************************************** ********** From that point in time thing went down hill. Harry felt responsible for Ron's death, and went out by himself to find You-Know-Who. Harry was gone for months; none of us knowing were he was. Ginny wouldn't eat, and couldn't sleep. Her hair lost it shine, and her eyes lost their sparkle. Then the day came when You-Know-Who was defeated. Harry had killed him, but this left Harry on his deathbed. **************************************************************************** ********** I walked into the Hospital room, and sat next to Harry. I could see that he was near death. "Hermione, let me tell you how I defeated him," Harry said weakly. He grabbed my hand, and told me the tell of how he destroyed You- Know -Who. "I have told you the ending to my story, Hermione please tell the world my story," He said his green eyes staring at me waiting for my answer. I nodded my head. "Then let me tell you the rest of it," He said. He sat there holding my hand, and for hours told me his life story. After he was done, I left and Ginny came. **************************************************************************** ********** Harry died that night. The next morning I found that Ginny had committed suicide. Everybody I had ever loved from the wizarding world was gone. I had but one place to turn to the Muggle world. I lived many years as J.K Rowling. I had gotten my first name from my middle. My middle from my grandmother, and my last was my mom's maiden name. I had married, had a baby, and gotten divorced. Then finally one day on a train, I remembered my promise to Harry. I started to write, and it seemed that the words flowed out easily. When the words were put down on paper, my sorrows came out with them. I slowly got over Ron, though there will be a place in my heart for him. I was so surprised when it got published. I have kept my promise to Harry, now the world knows his story. I will continue to write, and this is why my story is so short. If I reveal too much here, there is no use reading the rest. My child will get a letter from Hogwarts. I have seen the signs. She once wanted cookies from the top shelf, and they floated down. I just hope she can have as many adventures as I did. I, Hermione Granger, am J.K Rowling.
A/n I know this was crazy. You probably think I am crazy too. Heck it was typed late at night. So give a crazy person what she wants, just hit the little button at the bottom of this page and review.