I still remember that fateful day. That day when they knocked at my door, to bring me the news. Me. Why
ME? Why not some other eighteen year old girl? Why Me out of ALL the witches in the world? But I'm just
being silly asking that. I know why. It was all because I was a friend to Harry Potter. A friend, that
was all! There were so many other female friends he had! Paravati, and Lavender, Ginny, and Cho. Why
ME? And yet, I'm glad that nobody else was forced into this life. I wasn't even given a choice. A
sentence without a trial, that's what it was. It was MY life they were planning, not even giving a
thought to what I had to say! I didn't want this. I wanted to get a little summer cottage in
Hogsmeade, get married to Ron, have a couple kids. But I'll never get to. I'll hide, I'll
fight, and I'll die. That's all. What a wonderful life...
~~~
DING
The doorbell rang with a sudden fierceness. I threw off my blanket and peered at the clock. 4:17 it
said. Ha! Who would me up at 4:17 in the morning! I'll have to tell them a thing or to about
visiting hours! Unless it's Ron. Ron can come over at any time he feels like it.
But it wasn't Ron, it was Dumbledore. Frail at 163, he can still do all the things he used to. Except
for ten-pin bowling, that is.
He was looking especially grim tonight, and that made me a little frightened. What had happened NOW?
"Hello Ms. Granger. I am afraid I came on rather short notice, but it's very urgent. May I come in
for a moment? It won't take long."
"Of course. No trouble at all, Dumbledore. Tea?"
"Thank you. And call be Albus, dear.
Ahh, I was always forgetting that!
I served the tea and sat down opposite him, by the newly lit fire.
"You were saying...?"
He sipped he tea and looked at me carefully.
"Yes, and I'm afraid this will come as a shock to you, Ms. Granger."
"That's quite alright. I shall recover."
"I'm not so sure about that...Very well, I'll say it straight out. Hermione, Lord Voldemort wishes you
to be his bride."
~~~
So here I am. Gazing up at the moon and remembering that night. And Ron. I hadn't even gotten to say
goodbye. How I miss him... I wonder...if her could be gazing at the moon tonight as well, and thinking
of me?
ME? Why not some other eighteen year old girl? Why Me out of ALL the witches in the world? But I'm just
being silly asking that. I know why. It was all because I was a friend to Harry Potter. A friend, that
was all! There were so many other female friends he had! Paravati, and Lavender, Ginny, and Cho. Why
ME? And yet, I'm glad that nobody else was forced into this life. I wasn't even given a choice. A
sentence without a trial, that's what it was. It was MY life they were planning, not even giving a
thought to what I had to say! I didn't want this. I wanted to get a little summer cottage in
Hogsmeade, get married to Ron, have a couple kids. But I'll never get to. I'll hide, I'll
fight, and I'll die. That's all. What a wonderful life...
~~~
DING
The doorbell rang with a sudden fierceness. I threw off my blanket and peered at the clock. 4:17 it
said. Ha! Who would me up at 4:17 in the morning! I'll have to tell them a thing or to about
visiting hours! Unless it's Ron. Ron can come over at any time he feels like it.
But it wasn't Ron, it was Dumbledore. Frail at 163, he can still do all the things he used to. Except
for ten-pin bowling, that is.
He was looking especially grim tonight, and that made me a little frightened. What had happened NOW?
"Hello Ms. Granger. I am afraid I came on rather short notice, but it's very urgent. May I come in
for a moment? It won't take long."
"Of course. No trouble at all, Dumbledore. Tea?"
"Thank you. And call be Albus, dear.
Ahh, I was always forgetting that!
I served the tea and sat down opposite him, by the newly lit fire.
"You were saying...?"
He sipped he tea and looked at me carefully.
"Yes, and I'm afraid this will come as a shock to you, Ms. Granger."
"That's quite alright. I shall recover."
"I'm not so sure about that...Very well, I'll say it straight out. Hermione, Lord Voldemort wishes you
to be his bride."
~~~
So here I am. Gazing up at the moon and remembering that night. And Ron. I hadn't even gotten to say
goodbye. How I miss him... I wonder...if her could be gazing at the moon tonight as well, and thinking
of me?
