7:31 AM

I never thought standing in a restaurant line at 7:30 in the morning in hope for some breakfast could be so long. It was a never-ending trail of people. People that looked exhausted but at least weren't going to die in the middle of the night. I told myself to stop thinking about it, but I couldn't. It was like trying to forget your name.

The restaurant lady asked for my order, and as soon as she glanced up at me, a surprised look came on her face, and said, "Sweetie, make sure you take a double order, cuz you look like you about to go down." She said, in one of those American southern accents. I had always heard that people around this area were cruel and didn't care about anybody but themselves, but they were obviously wrong. My order consisted of two dishes of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and cheddar cheese strips, my favorite. Hell, I was going to enjoy every type of food that I could, not having to worry about getting fat.

I ate alone in silence like I always did, until I spotted the two must unlikely people in the restaurant. Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were in the same line I had been in , giggling at each other, kissing and squeezing each other's hands, looking happier than ever. My first instinct was to sweep up my food and get out of there, but I didn't. I do not know what held me back, but I did know what I was dying to socialize with someone. Alright, so maybe I shouldn't say it in that term, but you know what I mean. My mind told me, that as soon as they got out of that line, they would come straight to me. I was right. As soon as they turned, they saw me, and their giggling faces turned to frowns, probably wondering as to what I was doing in 'their' part of the city.

They both came up to me, like predators ready to pounce on the prey, and stood in front of me. Harry was the first one to talk.

"What, in the blazes of Merlin, are you doing in our part of the city?"

I couldn't help it. I smirked, and as soon as I did, Hermione spoke up, looking at her double plates, "So, what's the occasion? Out on a breakfast date with your imaginary boyfriend?"

"Well, if you're referring to my loneliness, then yes I am."

That was not the answer they had expected. They gawked at me, Harry's expression of utter disgust, but Hermione's was more concerned.

"What's wrong with your face? You look ever so pale."

"Why do you care?" Harry and I said at the same time. I laughed and they looked at me in amazement.

"Never in all the time I have known you, have I seen you laugh." Harry said, still gaping, "Unless you count all those times you laughed at me."

"I guess you don't know me very well then. Care to join me?"

Harry stared at me some more, and I had the instant urge to overturn his plate and leave his skin oozing with eggs.

"Did you just invite us to sit with you?" He asked.

"Just shut up and sit down."

"Ah, now that's like the Parkinson that I know!"

"Call me Pansy." I suggested, as they sat across from me. Hermione still hadn't finished observing me, my changed hair, and the way I was eating.

"Hungry, are you?" She said to me, staring at my double platter. I couldn't blame her, since it did look strange.

"Famished."

"So what have you been up to, Par-I mean, Pansy? What's your field of career these days?" Hermione inquired, and I should have known she would talk about something that was education related first.

"I did apply for a doctor, but as of today, I'm free of any careers or work."

Hermione gasped, covering her mouth, "Are you serious? You're not doing anything these days?"

"Nope. There's no purpose." I said simply because there was no use hiding it.

"But why?" Harry asked.

"Well, let's just say that I don't have very long to live." I said in amusement. Here I was, in a restaurant, talking to my two biggest enemies about my problems.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Hermione said.

"Never mind…" I tried to change the subject, "So, what have you two been up to?"

"Harry and I just got engaged last week. Oh, and I'm leading a Creatures Equality Group and Harry's gone into Auror training."

"Wonderful." I said.

"So, what's with all that living and dying talk?" Harry questioned.

"It's just…Hermione, do you know what the Sicarius Hora Potion is?"

"Of course. It poisons the drinker and kills them after twenty four hours. The pain builds up hour by hour until you die, and I've read that it's supposed to be really painful, and in the beginning, they cough up blood from the extremity of the potion."

Oh great. No one had told me about the hour by hour increasing pain, and here I thought my death would be painless. At the time, I didn't feel anything rumbling inside my body, so at least that was a good sign.

"But why do you ask?" Hermione said.

"Uh…I have to go. Enjoy the food." Suddenly, I stood up from the table, gather my purse, and trotted off towards the exit without looking back at Hermione and Harry. Hermione's new information had somehow shocked her into reality. The pain builds up hour by hour, until you die, she had said. There was enough pain building up inside my heart, that I didn't need any other form of it.