I was fifteen years old when I was married. Well, more like forced into marriage. But that's how things are. This isn't your typical once upon a time story with a happy ending. This is a story of how things used to be and how they are now. However, like fairy tales, this story involves big fire breathing dragons and dashing princes who save the day and evil wizards who have plotted against you and maybe even a couple of fairies, thrown in just for fun. There are balls, and an evil stepmother, oh and let us not forget the big quest. This is the story of my life, Hermione Jane Granger-Malfoy.

Ron and Harry had just entered the Gryfindor Common Room. I was sitting on my favourite armchair by the window, the cool summer breeze coming in. Crookshanks was sitting in my lap but jumped up when Ron sat down in the chair next to me and Harry on the window sill.
"How was your exam?" They had just done the written portion of the divination exam.

"Brutal." Harry took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. He looked tired and not at all like a fifteen year old. His face had aged that year, making him look closer to thirty. I always pushed it off as being stress of OWL years but there was so much more.

"Let's not talk about it." Ron lay his head back and closed his eyes. I smiled, picking up a book from the open bag by my feet. I only had one exam left and it was potions. I knew I had to get Ron and Harry into doing the last minute studying with me but I couldn't bring myself too, especially when I saw them now and how tired they looked. It was only eight in the evening but we'd all had a rough night cramming the day before. Exams put aside, I was at peace. We'd be going home in a week. Ron had held my hand on the way to class this morning. And Harry was finally getting enough sleep at night. Things couldn't be better.

How stupid and naive I was. At fifteen, I thought I could concure the world. That had been the last night I had spent with Ron and Harry. That night, after going to bed, there had been a surprise attack on the school. How they got in, is beyond me. Harry was murdered, the Killing Curse while he was on his way back to his dorm from the bathroom. I don't know what happened to Ron. Did they kill him too? Did they take him hostage? Did they torture him then kill him? Is he still alive? I doubt I'll ever know. I don't remember anything. I don't remember being taken away. I don't remember an intruder entered our dorm. Was it because I was in shock? Or had I been charmed? That's something else I'll never know. But I do know that that was the night the world had been shattered.