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I thought I had imagined it. It was my mind playing tricks on me. I turned my head with great difficulty and looked at where I had thrown the phone. It was vibrating loudly and lighting up. For a few seconds, I just stared at it. Torn between believing that it was actually vibrating, or ignoring it and letting suffocation put me to eternal sleep. I figured, what's the harm if it's not real?

With every remaining amount of strength in me, I lifted my upper body and reached the cell phone. I fell back down onto my back with a thud, desperately gagging for air.

I took a chance and pressed the green talk button.

"Hllo?" My voice had become so hoarse from lack of air that I couldn't even talk. My heart gave a flutter of relief when I heard my husband's panicked voice erupt through the phone.

"HERMIONE! Thank God… Thank God…"

"I ndded t hear you one more time. Thnk you for clling."

I could hear him sobbing through the phone. "Don't say that, Hermione. We're coming for you. We know where you are! We're coming to get you! It's going to be okay!" My halfway unconscious eyes opened wide, then immediately drooped back to their original position.

"Your cming fr me?"

"Yes, sweetheart, yes we're coming for you. We've found where you're buried, Hermione. Can you hear us?" I was silent. I listened for any sign that I wasn't alone. I could barely hear the sounds of panicking men, and a car door slam.

"Hermione? HERMIONE?"

"I cn hear you. Ron please hrry, thrs no air." I barely uttered through my dying lips. I let out several hoarse coughs. My vision was going in and out and I could barely hear him.

"I know, sweet girl, I know. It's going to be okay. Can you hear the shovels?" I listened closely, but all I could hear was the sound of my desperately thumping heart trying to pump blood that would soon seize to move through my veins.

"I-I can't hear. My heart- I jst wnna sleep." I could feel myself about to fall asleep when I heard his panicked voice echo through the phone.

"HERMIONE NO! PLEASE STAY WITH ME! Don't go to sleep, sweetheart, please!" He paused for a moment. "I'll ask you questions to keep you awake, okay honey?"

"Mkay." I managed to utter. There was literally no air. It was as if I were floating through space. My chest began to cramp, feeling as though my internal organs were shriveling up inside me.

I heard him take a shaky breath. "Hermione, when did we get married?" I struggled to smile softly at the thought, my eyes halfway open and my white lips curled into a small smile.

"Julyfrst." My words were slurring together from the inability to think clearly.

"Yes! That's right! Why didn't we have a June wedding like you wanted?" I could tell he was trying to keep his voice calm. He was failing miserably though. His voice was shaking with unreleased sobs, but he tried to keep his voice even for my sake.

My head began to pound, my brain becoming frustrated with me for not breathing. I heard him take a deep breath that had fear positively dripping from it. "H-Hermione?"

I willed myself to answer his question. "You'rafraid of junebugs, soyou wntedtohave itinJuly toavoidthem." I could practically hear him smiling at the memory.

"Yes, very good sweetheart." I heard a few men screaming through the phone…. But I also heard them above me. "HERMIONE! WE'VE FOUND THE COFFIN! CAN YOU HEAR US TAPPING ON THE TOP?" Sure enough, a loud banging noise filled my dying ears and filled me with hope. I was going to be okay.

"Y-yes." Suddenly, bright light filled the entire coffin, causing me to close my eyes in shock, like you do when a camera flashes. I immediately panicked, afraid that I was dead. Suddenly several strong arms gently lifted me out of the coffin. I knew it. I had died.

"Hermione, sweetheart, y-you're gonna be fine. You're gonna be ok-k-kay. I'm so so-o-sorry." I could hear my sweet husband whispering into my dying ears.

I felt myself being lifted into a small bed in what appeared to be an ambulance. I felt someone gently lift my head and wrap some kind of oxygen mask around my nose and mouth. I looked up and saw Ron sitting next to me, crying harder than I've ever seen him cry before. Not really realizing what I was doing, I reached my cold hand out and grabbed his hand. I placed it on my stomach so that he could feel me breathing. I held his hand there and said in a voice so quiet, only he could have possibly heard me, "Thank you."

In that moment, I think we both realized that I was going to be okay. Slowly but surely, oxygen filled my craving body. I closed my eyes, willing myself to believe what seemed hopeless 30 seconds ago. I was alive.