A/N: Hi. In this chapter you will know at least one of Hermiones secrets.

And again sorry about my spelling. And I am sorry, this chapter is really short. I dont know why but my chapters often get short but I will try to improve. The first chapter doesnt count because that was just to see if there was interest.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. But I wish I did

Hermione was facing the others in the Gryffindors' common room. She had asked them to sit down and now they looked at her with different faces. Ginny, with a confused look in her face, sat beside her brother on the couch. Ron looked totally blank, but she could see that he was starting to realize that something was wrong. And then there was Harry. Harry was sitting in a chair and looked worried. He had a look in his eyes that almost made her cry.

"What is it Mione?" Ginny asked and got her attention away from Harry. Hermione closed her eyes and thought back on last night when she sat on Dumbledore's office.


Dumbledore looked at her with pity in his eyes. "Come on headmaster, tell me what's wrong with me?" She had been going through all these tests with Madam Pomfrey at the Hospital Wing all day. She knew something was wrong with her and she just wanted Dumbledore to tell her. She didn't want to wait, "The worst thing first," like Ron used to say.

"You suffering from an illness called exlatimus sotranis. I don't think even you have heard about it. It's a very rare illness." Dumbledore paused.


"Is it dangerous?" she said looking at him.


"I am afraid so." Dumbledore said and the pity was in his eyes again.

"You are going to die in four weeks?" Harry was looking at her with shock in his eyes. He looked just like she had felt last night, when Dumbledore had told her. Ron looked like he was going to throw up. Ginny gave Hermione a hug, while tears ran down her face. Hermione almost started cry herself even if she had promised herself last night that she wouldn't cry when she told them.

Hermione looked at them. Her best friends. Ginny let go of Hermione and sat on the couch again. She was glad she was done with the first part of the conversation but she didn't like what she knew would come. She new the next question had to come soon.

"Is there any cure?" Of course. There it was. She hated this, why did it have to happen to her? It was Harry who asked. He looked up on her with the eyes she loved.

"Harry" She said

looking on him with tears in eyes.

A/N: Im sorry about the ending. I just had to. You have to have something to look forward to :)