CHAPTER ONE
I suppose I should start from the beginning. Or as much of a beginning as you can call it. At the end of my life…the beginning of my death.
My own death. That's a toughie. I don't remember too much of it. Until I'd left my own body, I didn't even know it had happened.
It was murder, I know that for sure. I had felt the cool blade slide in under my spine. Then nothing. It hurt for but a split second, and was so brief I wasn't fully aware of what exactly had happened.
The coward who did it murdered me as I was huddled over a particularly large tome I had been reading in the library. That's how the librarian - Madam Pince - found me the next morning when she unlocked the place. With blank, staring eyes, devoid of the life I once possessed.
I can still remember her screaming when she found me. I have suspicion that that was what awoke the spirit still lying dormant inside my dead body. The reason I'm still here, as a ghost, is because of the vocal shock Madam Pince had voiced that day. Had it not been for her, I may have moved on. But as it were to happen, I didn't. I stayed, to help and to hinder the mortal beings that crossed my path. I stayed to try and piece together the clues about my murder.
I, the newly deceased Hermione Granger, vowed that morning I would get the answers I sought. If you read my carefully filed school records, you will see that I never failed.
And I don't intend to now.