AN: Not JK Rowling
Hermione Granger has always been called the brightest witch of her age and it is true. The fact that she figured out how to get Potter and Weasley out of all the tight situations they had gotten into over the years is proof of that. I never told her how bright she was, I couldn't for fear of the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord would have easily killed her for her being a 'mudblood' or even Potter's friend. But her brain would have been the real issue. The Dark Lord would have used her if he could no matter the cost.
I always told her how much of a know-it-all she was so she would keep a lid on her talent so when the Dark Lord would rise again he wouldn't go after her. But she never listened to the insults or negativity I sent her way if anything she tried harder to impress me. I secretly was but would never tell her. She was exactly like Lily. Too smart for her own good.
Now as I lay dying, after the damn snake bit my neck over the elder wand, everything is going in and out of focus. The nice this is is that it doesn't hurt much it mostly numbed my body. Everything is beginning to grow hazy and indistinct and the last three people I ever thought I would see come rushing out. Potter is in the lead and Weasley is holding Hermione's hand. He better treat her right or I am so finding a way back to haunt his sorry ass.
They all look pale and terrified Harry leans down next to me frantically trying to stop the blood flow but we both know it is useless. I look close at him. An exact replica of my worst enemy but those eyes remind me why I'm here. My best friend the woman I love who I hope I will see on the other side. I don't care that I'm crying now I'm trying with all my might to show him what he needs to know.
"Take it," I can barely get the words past my lips. Hermione conjugates a glass and Harry gets the memories. The last tresses of life are leaving me and I plead, "Look at me." Harry looks at me and I see Lily smiling at me from the other side.