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Chapter 9

It's finally been a week, and she has no signs of waking up. Ron has also been sentenced to two years in Azkaban, though the yelling from his mother was enough. Draco, with proof, showed the doctors, she didn't want to stay like that forever. We were showing up for last words, Draco, myself, Harry, and many others arrived.

Shiela knew many people, we were going about saying what we thought of her, our favorite memories, and even silly things she did. It was my turn. I cleared my voice, "Shiela was a kind woman, she was funny, but serious when you had something important to tell her. She almost always had a smile on her face, and loved to make others smile with her. So, I'm going to keep on smiling for her."

Lastly, it was Draco's turn, "I had many memories with her, but one memory was when we were smaller, I had just been abused by my father, and I was in the garden crying. She came out and just sat there. I asked why, she simply said, because I know in the end, this'll only make you stronger. I didn't know what it meant at that time, but as I grew older, I saw wisdom in her words, and she was only eight. I'll keep following her advice, for the rest of my life."

I saw a tear go down his voice, Healer Will asked everyone to clear the room except for Draco. He asked, "Can I keep Hermione here?" Will nodded, "Whatever you need." We watched as they removed all the charms, "That should do it. We'll give you a few moments."

Then they all left, we sat next to her, and closed our eyes in sadness. Then a familiar voice came out, "What you think I was going to go out just like that?"

No hate please.