Tomorrow
I will die
By Anna Kate
My name is Hermione Granger. And Tomorrow I will die.
The war has been going on for 4, almost 5 years now. How long will it continue? I dare not think about it, the thought makes my blood run cold. Even colder still is the heart of Voldemort, with his murderous followers and leagues of weapons against humans; against muggles and muggle-borns. Even half-bloods.
Harry is taking the war hard. He's in hiding, and he will be until they figure out how to defeat Voldemort. I should hate them for leaving us, hate them for making us deal with this alone. But I can't; I love Harry, he's my best friend and my brother in all but blood, and this is so hard on him.
He cried for hours when Draco Malfoy was murdered. He wept for days when Luna's body was found. In all the rare occasions I get to see him, he's been looking lost, lonely and without hope. If he has no hope, how can we?
My parents are throwing a birthday party for me tomorrow. I turned 20. Shame I won't be there. Shame I never got to say good-bye. I go on a mission tomorrow, my final mission, one in which I will die. I can't sleep tonight, I'm too nervous, too excited, too scared...
Harry, if you read this, please know that I love you. That I did this for you, that everything I do is for you. I'm killing myself, throwing myself in front of the Death Eaters so you and Ron can live full lives.
I love you both.
My name is Hermione Granger. And today I will die.