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I swallowed roughly. My dry throat burning from screaming so much. Laying down, staring at the roof of the coffin, I focused on every breath I drew, making sure not to make it to deep or too shallow. I treated every breath like a gift. A gift I was so thankful for.

I looked at my watch. 30 minutes. I had 30 minutes to live. I tried calling Ron a few more times, but all seemed hopeless as that stupid voicemail broke my heart over and over again. I picked up the cell phone and tried one more person. One person that I knew would help me.

I'll start with mum. Molly, I will be forever grateful for all that you've done for me. You gave me the family I was too unfortunate to have. You treated me like one of your own. I love you so much. I'm so sorry I never returned most of your calls. I understood completely when you didn't answer when I tried to call you for help earlier.

I shook the coffin in frustration when she didn't answer, swearing more than I've ever sworn in my life. "FUCK! NO MUM NO! PLEASE! PLEASE I NEED YOUR HELP!" Panicking, I dialed her number again. When she didn't answer, I suspected why. Why should she answer my call when I never answer hers? I guess this is what I get. This is what I deserve. Please, for the love of God, don't feel like this was your fault. It was mine. I love you so much, and I'll never forget you.

Groaning in absolute anger and frustration with myself, I looked at my watch. Two minutes had passed. Two precious minutes. It was becoming harder to breathe now. I could feel my heart beginning to slow down. I inwardly screamed at myself. No. No! You will not die now!

I think I'll speak to dad now. Arthur, thank you so much for being the father I never had. For sharing your unconditional love with me as well as your other children and Harry. Please don't blame yourself for not believing me. Even I was skeptical about why I was able to receive calls. You can clearly see right now that I really am in a coffin, buried alive, and barely hanging on. But honestly I wouldn't even believe me if I were you. It's okay. I love you so much. I don't blame you for this. Thank you. I'll never forget you.

I closed my eyes and focused all my attention on breathing. Inhale….. exhale….. inhale…. Exhale. I began to feel the slightest bit better. I rested my hands behind my head, taking all of the weight off my chest, hoping that would make breathing easier. It didn't. I picked up my phone and began to call Ginny. It rang once and my heart was flooded with overwhelming happiness when I heard her voice.

"Hello?" I put a hand to my heart and began to sob with happiness. "Helloo?" I tried to speak, but was crying too hard to utter more than a shaky breath. "I swear to God, if this is a prank caller, I'm calling the police."

I took a deep breath. "NO! Ginny no! It's me, Hermione!"

"Hermione? Why are you so upset? What's going on?" I shook my head though I knew she couldn't see me. I took a breath and let out a sob that came out like a scream.

"Hermione, you need to try to calm down. Tell me what's happened." I couldn't. I just couldn't tell her about Harry. Dad would tell her.

"Gin y-you have t-to help me." I took a deep wheezing breath. "I've been buried alive! I'm about 10 feet underground and I only have 25 minutes of air left! I'm SUFFOCATING to death, Ginny! YOU HAVE TO HELP ME! PLEASE!" There was silence on the other end. I thought she hung up on me. "Ginny! GINNY! GINNY!"

"You could have saved him." She spoke in an eerily calm tone. My heart broke as I thought of Harry's murder. "You just watched his murder like watching a movie." I shook my head, a sob erupting from my throat.

"Ginny, no! I was stuck! I tried to help him, but I was knocked unconscious and woke up buried here. Please! I tried, Gin, I tried to help him, but when I got to him, he was gone! PLEASE! YOU HAVE TO HELP ME! I'M DYING, GINNY!" click. My heart stopped. She hung up on me. "NO! GINNY PLEASE!" I looked at the phone to confirm that my fears were true. They were.

I threw the phone across the small coffin, lay down, and curled up into a ball, bringing my knees up to my chest and sobbing.

Ginny. I forgive you for not helping me. For being angry with me for not helping Harry. I'm so heartbroken though. I thought that we were sisters. If you were to call me in a situation like this, no matter what you've done, I would have helped you. I wouldn't care if you had cut off my left hand! I still would have helped you. Because that's what sisters do for each other. I'm so sorry. Thank you for being there for me when I had nobody to turn to. I love you.

I looked at my watch. 23 minutes. My heart began to pound and my breathing increased dramatically. It's a terrible feeling, knowing you're about to die, but it doesn't immediately come. This is a slow and painful death. It allows you to think of the people who love you, which makes it all the more difficult. Knowing that my family wasn't going to help me hit me like a bullet to the heart.

I lay curled up into a hopeless little ball. I was going to die. Nobody was coming for me. I was literally about to die in a hole as so many have told me to do. Well, at least they'll all be satisfied.