Prologue
Hermione Granger trudged through the halls of Hogwarts. This would be her last year… if she survives. Yes, if she survives. You see, Hermione Granger was sick. Deathly sick. And who can save her? She doesn't know. It was some weird muggleborn disease that slowly kills her. The term "mudblood" never really bothered her after first year, but now, it seemed to make all the difference. If only she wasn't a 'filthy mudblood' as Malfoy so kindly put it. Silently, she cursed at her muggle parents for having her, for making her magical. But inside, she knew that they weren't to blame. Amongst the muggles, she was just another random person, but to the magical world, she was nothing but scum. At least, she would have been, had she not befriended Harry Potter.
Professor McGonagall watched grimly as her best, and favorite, student walked past her room, not even acknowledging her. She knew of her… condition. But there was one difference between the Professor and the blossoming young woman. The Professor knew who would save her. Thanks to Professor Treelawney, every professor knew who was the only one to save her. In fact, Dumbledore's cousin, a prophetess had shown them all the two alternate endings. Either Hermione be saved and help save the world… or the Dark Lord will rule all of Earth.
Professor Snape dropped the vial he was holding as Head Girl, Hermione Granger walked passed his classroom. True, he never really liked Gryffindors. But she was a good student, and he had to give her some credit. He didn't really like her, also true. But he was a (kinda) fair teacher. He knew a genius mind when he saw one, and it hurt him inside too, to know that her end might come soon. He was part of the Order as a spy, true. And he favored Draco Malfoy, also true. He wished that Hermione would be able to live, VERY true. But he wasn't a stupid man. He knew that her savior wouldn't agree to save her. Sighing, he picked up the broken pieces of the vial and went to retrieve another one.
Draco Malfoy walked in his high and mighty way, flashing his Head Boy badge to everywhere he flaunted. One can easily tell he was well respected. A golden aura seemed to surround him, as if showing off all the money he had in his Gringotts account. Suddenly, his powerful stride came to an abrupt stop when a very frail figure crashed into him. Just as he was about to apologize, he realized who it was. Hermione Granger. No. Was it truly Hermione Granger? Yes. It was a very frail girl with that untamable curly brown hair and dark rings under her eyes. Her eyes seemed to pop out from her skinny frame, and it seemed as though she hadn't eaten in days. But yes. Nonetheless, it was Hermione Granger. And though Draco Malfoy was no Mediwizard, it didn't take him much to know that something was wrong with her. Very wrong indeed.