Hermione Granger is my name. And I am here to tell you my story. WIll you listen?
Nights have been cold here. Barely able to breath. Snow pounding against my body. My very soul deprived from my body.
How can I tell you? There is too much pain. So much loss, and misery. The light is fadeing now.
No longer can I feel the cold against my skin.
The chilly breeze that racks my entire body numb.
No longer is might sight clear.
My eyes close.
I'm drifting away. Away into darkness.
Now will you listen to me?