Hermione Granger couldn't think, well, that's what people thought. They could tell that she couldn't think. They were certain.
Hermione Granger was pronounced brain-dead three days after her thirtieth birthday.
Ten months earlier Hermione Granger was living the perfect life. A perfect, loving husband, a perfect, well behaved, little boy, a perfect house in a perfect neighbourhood with perfect friends and perfect neighbours.
Six months earlier Hermione Granger was still living the perfect life. She still had her perfect, loving, family and her perfect house and her perfect friends. Except now Hermione Granger also had a perfect little bump in her belly, there was going to be a new arrival in her perfect family.
Three months earlier Hermione Granger was still perfect in everything she did. Her perfect little boy was just starting at his perfect new school and her perfect husband had just been promoted at his perfect job.
Two months earlier Hermione Granger was strictly confined to bed rest. Her perfect husband was taking paid leave from his perfect job to take care of their perfect son and to prepare the perfect room for the new addition to their perfect little family.
One month earlier Hermione Granger had given birth to a perfect baby girl. Soon after this Hermione Granger was allowed back home to her perfect house and then her perfect husband went back to work at his perfect job and her perfect little boy met his perfect baby sister and Hermione Granger's perfect life was back in place and running perfectly once more.
Hermione Granger led the perfect life. But then, why was she caught in a less than perfect accident just days after her thirtieth birthday?
I shall tell you why.
Because Hermione Granger could act.
She was not a trained actress and she was not a professional, but the one thing that she definitely was, was proud. Hermione Granger would never let anyone think that her life was anything less than perfect.
She would never let anyone know that her perfect husband would stay late at work in order to fool around with his secretary after hours.
She would never tell that her perfect son was a violent little horror.
She would never let it get out that her perfect baby girl wouldn't let her near, and would only be held by the perfect husband.
Hermione Granger's life was far from perfect, but no one would ever know.
Hermione Granger thought that her less than perfect accident was in fact the most perfect thing that had happened to her in a long time.
As Hermione Granger lay there, 'brain-dead', she was contemplating, somewhere in the far reaches of her mind, what would happen when they turned off her life support.
As she thought back over her 'perfect' life, she wondered if she would go somewhere perfect when it was all over.
She hoped not.