By Artemis Teranika Ryann
Prologue
When the girls in all the stories, and in all the fairy tales, blush, it's described as a delicate shade of pink creeping up their bodies to their cheeks, making the guys – men, really – smile and desire them. When I blush, there's no delicate creeping, no pink-tinged cheeks. I go bright red, all over my face. When I blush, there's no guys – not men – smiling and desiring me. I mean, honestly, red is not a pretty colour when you're wearing it on your face.
I don't have long to live – I have a disease that can only be cured by a potion that will never be made. It requires parts of an extinct animal to create it, and no one has any of those parts – not even the Ministry. They had no need – my disease is as rare as naturally born chickens with blue polka dots sired by a horse and a monkey. Plus, it isn't contagious. Dumbledore sent off a request for a bottle of the potion – the Ministry used to have some – but there was only one bottle left, and it had been smashed on the ground. An accident, most would say. But Lucius Malfoy has no accidents. Besides, what better way for a mudblood to die than slowly, growing weaker each day, developing hot/cold flushes, a heart-wrenching cough, rashes, amongst other symptoms, before finally dying in immense pain, collapsing to the ground to cough up her life's-blood? The Ministry Officials just shook their heads and gave me sympathetic looks. But they did give my family ten thousand galleons – after all, the disease is the result of Ministry experiments – and the offer of a painless drought of sleeping death. Fall asleep one night, and simply never wake up. I thanked them and accepted the drought, but told them that I would probably not use it. After all, I do want to finish school before I die.
But I guess if I'm going to die, I may as well have some goals to achieve, right? I suppose I mightn't finish them all, but at least there will be something to work towards, to fight away the bitter bite of death.
The Last Wish List of Hermione Ryann Granger – sufferer of Mugrote.
I. Finish becoming an Animagus – Registered, of course.
II. Win a contest.
III. Graduate.
IV. Learn how to fly.
V. Date someone not in Gryffindor.
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I realize that this is really short, but it is only a prologue. Next chappie soon, I promise. I'm still continuing 'The Dark Merlin', I just had this idea, and I couldn't put it down! The rest of the story will probably be in 3rd person p.o.v., you know, she, he, not I, me