It was a very late, almost two thirty in the morning, when Hermione Granger finally went to bed. She almost never went to bed this late, but she had been reading an excellent book and had lost track of time. It was a cold, dark night, and as Hermione hobbled into her bedroom, a strong, frigid breeze sent her delicate gray hair flying around her face. She struggled to close the window and shivered as she climbed into bed.
She wasn't an idiot in the slightest bit, but up until her very late eighties it had never occurred to her that she had become an incompetent old woman. She was barely able to live one day without finding herself unable to complete simple tasks that she had taken for granted when she was a very young. But then again, there were lots of things she had taken for granted as a young person. She had had so much that she longed for now…friends, for one thing.
After Hermione had graduated from Hogwarts, she had rather lost contact with Harry, Ron, and Ginny. At first they had written each other quite often, and were sometimes able to squeeze in an awkward visit here and there, but as the years progressed, the letters became fewer and fewer, until the friends had completely lost touch.
About a year before, she had begun writing letters to Ron and Harry, but she never had any response. She tried to reach Ginny as well, but none of them responded. After having sent around twenty letters collectively to her friends, her owl returned with a letters from the new inhabitants of The Burrow and Harry's place of residence telling her that all three had died, and asking her to please stop owling them.
Never having got the chance to say goodbye, Hermione attempted to regain contact with other old Hogwarts students, including Lavender, Neville, and even Draco Malfoy. All of them had passed on.
Now, lying in bed, she felt utterly alone. She wasn't married, and she didn't have any family to speak of. Upon leaving Hogwarts, she had been voted "most likely to succeed", but she didn't feel she had succeeded in any way. For that very evening, she would die alone and shivering in her bed.
Before drifting into a sleep from which she would never wake, she sighed and thought with all her heart, I wish I had another chance.