Chapter 3
Fred saw it happen.
He was standing on the platform, waiting. Only he spotted her by sheer accident. He was going to stay away, but he watched her collapse. He couldn’t stay away.
He rushed over, gathering her into his arms and running towards an alley. He apparated to Mungo’s. He called out for help, and told them who exactly that was.
”it’s Hermione Granger. She’s dying.” He whispered.
The healers rushed off, leaving Fred to contemplate what exactly he was going to tell George.
Hermione stirred, sighing in exhaustion as she began to wake. Slowly, she opened her eyes, and was greeted with the familiar Saint Mungo’s hospital room. When she tried to sit up, her whole body began to shake violently with the effort. Just as she made it into a sitting position, the door opened and in walked a healer.
”Good evening Miss. Granger.” She greeted.
”Hello.” Her voice rasped out, and she tried to clear her throat a moment after. “What am I doing here?”
”You were brought here by Mr. Weasley two days ago.”
”There’s nothing you can do.” Hermione told the healer.
”I know.” She whispered sadly. “The price for those we love is always heavy. I’m sorry this is yours.”
”it was my choice. I’d make the same choice each time.” Hermione whispered.
”we can make you comfortable, but as you said; there isn’t anything we can do.”
”Potions will stop working by tomorrow. They gave me a year, but I don’t think I’ll make it to next week, let alone four months.”
The healer nodded sadly. “There are people here to see you.”
Hermione violently shook her head. “Don’t let them in.”
”Maybe you should. You’ll want people here with you when-“
”No. I can’t.” Hermione looked down at the tattoo around her wrist and sighed. “I just can’t.”
The Healer nodded, before leaving.