Prologe
My trembling hand reached out for the wand on the mattress next to me. I wanted to feel the familiar feeling of my wooden wand perfectly lying in my palm as though it was made for it. I needed to feel the small wooden circles around the wand gently pressing into my hand, later leaving white marks that would quickly fade away once I´d lay it down again. When I grabbed for the handle of my wand and my skin contacted with the wood, I sighed in relief. My breath slowly steadied and also my heartbeat finally slowed down. I just hoped I didn´t wake anyone, I wouldn´t be able to explain this situation to anyone anytime soon. How could anyone ever explain this?! Back in time I was happy despite all the horror that had happened to my friends and me. I had a normal childhood for a girl that one day noticed she was capable of doing magic and then got the chance to go to the finest school to deepen her capabilities of witchcraft with only 11 years. But normal had never been quite the term for my life. Over the years Harry, Ron and I often barely escaped death´s longing fingers that were reaching out for us. But besides all that I had a happy and beautiful life, was optimistic and brave. Until now. I´m Hermione Granger and I´m going insane.
