Rebirth

Chapter 8

Hermione was at the point where she no longer be sure if those she saw were halluncinations or actually there. Some distant part of her mind was worrying over that, but she easily ignored it. Hermione knew that she had to be dead or crazy if she was seeing Snape and Malfoy stand before her. Was she alive? She didn't feel like it.

The idea that Snape and Malfoy were angels that had appeared before her to escort her to heaven's gates was hysterical. Hermione would have laughed if she had the strength to. Or smiled, but she lacked the strenghth to do that as well.

Hermione decided to ignore the conjugated images of her slipping sanity. They wouldn't mind being ignored, they weren't real. Hermione stared through imaginary Snape, refusing to acknowledge him. To acknowlege her deteriorating mental state.

Her musings were interrupted by a wave of lethargy, she was so tired and cold. Hermione longed to close her eyes, to rest and escape the cold that had sank into her bones. Her lids began slipping, just a nap. She would rest for a while and when she would wake up, she wouldn't be halluncinating anymore and just maybe she would be warm once again.

What was warmth? Hermione certainly didn't know. Wait...she did know what warmth was; warmth was being in Harry's arms, Harry's smile, the way his eyes sparkled only for her. Oh Harry...my love, my soul. I love you, and I will continue to love you until our soul dies. Never again to born, to live, I love you until the time when we will truly be together with no end.

Hermonie leaned back against the wall, she was tired. So very tired, yes a nap would do her good. The wall was hard and cold, very uncomfortable but she would make do. She always did. Her entire body relaxed and she breathed out a deep sigh, feeling everything begin to slow.

She took one last breath and began to slowly exhale as she stilled, the last of her breath left her lungs and she fully stilled as she ceased to move.