But she didn’t mind it. In fact, now it seemed like the most natural way to do it. Hermione wiped her tears, walking out on the balcony. The jewels on the dagger glistened in the moonlight. She looked up to see dozens of stars scattered across the sky. The same stars that they used to watch and the same starts that will be silently watching the earth long after she’ll be gone. Hermione covered her mouth, trying not to make any noise. She couldn’t risk being heard. Hermione’s eyes slid down to the fields beneath her.