Today was his birthday, and she wasn't heartless enough to not send a gift. Vengeance and murder aside, somethings must be done for old time's sake. What better way to let him know, how she felt about Harry. His betrayal hurt the most, and she was sure to make him suffer bit-by-bit. She'll take away the family he so yearned one-by-one until he's alone like her. Then, only then, will she grace him with a death, albeit not a quick one. Afterall, didn't someone say, "Death is not a punishment, it's an escape'. "Oh dear Harry! such promise, such talent! Pity, it won't last long. Or maybe it would... long enough to burn you... long enough to hurt... enough to end it all?" Hermione mused as she held the only photo she had with him hugging her, during the first task of the Triwizard from the Prophet. She ran her fingers over her unblemished image in the photo, as she looked away into the puddle next to her reflecting her marred face, her hollow eyes, tears welled up that brought something reminiscent of her sanity to her face. It was gone as soon as it came, the life she could have had will never be. There was simply no happily ever after. Her parents, she couldn't find their graves, Fudge didn't have any information of it, seems a visit is due, with a certain pink toad faced bitch... Umbridge!