i> "As long as you live, Hermione, I will always love you and be there for you." </i>
My life flashed dangerously before my eyes. Hermione, as a seventeen-year-old, crying over her mothers grave. I saw myself reach out for her and pull her into a tight hug. I saw the white, rain-spoiled tombstone was placed beside Mrs. Grangers'.
i> Harry James Potter, it said,
Loved and cherished by his friends, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginerva Weasley and Luna Lovegood. He will be taken gracefully into God's hands, lead by his loving and caring parents, who are no longer here with us. Lilly Amia and James David Potter.
We will always remember you. </i>
I saw myself ask Hermione to marry her while we were sitting in the Three Broomsticks. I saw here say yes.
I saw our wedding. I saw her tears of joy as she uttered the magic words, "I do."
I saw the night of the final war. I saw Malfoy aproach Hermione and delicately slide a silver, three-inch blade over her pale neck. I saw myself scream her name, trying and failing to prise myself out of my captors grip, trying to reach my Hermione.
I saw her funeral, I saw myself break down and cry desperately over her grave.
I saw myself today, the knife in my hand, and blood sliding down my throat.