1 Prologue

Dead. That's exactly what I aspired to be. Dead. I had already suffered enough in the previous months, if not years, knowing that I was doomed.

Cancer was the source of my anguish and suffering. Fortunately, I was quite old when I reached the end stage of the disease, but deep down, I didn't want to die. I'd said several times that I wasn't afraid of dying, but I was lying. I was terrified of death, and I wouldn't fucking admit it. I attempted to avoid death by employing every method I was aware of. None of them were successful. That's when I decided to call it quits.

I began smoking and drinking much more than I had previously. I had stopped caring about myself, and all I wanted to do was have fun before I died.

Then there was something else that had been bothering me since the first second I became Supreme: who would succeed me if I died? Is there anyone else I'd rather have in my position? And the answer was always a resounding no.

The witches I'd been living with at that house for a long time knew I wasn't going to let any other witch become Supreme. So they devised a strategy. With Cordelia, my daughter, who was the one who made this whole thing up, two witches from the Coven bullied me mercilessly by constantly reminding me of a bunch of horrible things that happened in the past or are happening in my life right now, including cancer. What was their goal? To persuade me to commit suicide.

That's exactly what I did. I had already swallowed the pills that the other witch had placed in the palm of my hand when the lady witch that I had burned alive left my room. I closed my eyes and began to drift off to my eternal sleep.

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"She's almost dead," the man behind the mahogany table murmured. "She's nearly dead!" He was now yelling, and everyone in the room was looking at him with sadness and despair.

After a few seconds, almost every man and woman in the room was looking somewhere other than at the old man in front of them. One woman, on the other hand, was brave enough to speak with him.

"Albus, we need to bring her here... This is not the way a person's life should end... After all, she's one of us. She may come from a different wizarding world, but that world appears to despise this woman... If she is hated there, you know we can't let her live there. She requires our assistance! And we need her!"

Albus had shut his eyes. A tear flowed from his high cheekbone to his white, long beard. "Minerva, I understand... And that's exactly what we're going to do... Tell Rubeus to get the lady to Hogwarts as soon as possible... Meanwhile, Mrs. Trelawney, please prepare her chambers; use the room directly across from the Ravenclaw girls' dormitories. I'll handle everything else. We can't afford to waste any more time..." Albus nodded and stormed out of his office in the next few seconds.

His next step was to ensure that Madam Pomfrey would go to any length to save Fiona's life. Madam Pomfrey was always going to the infirmary in case someone got hurt. And whenever a student or a professor was hurt, Madam Pomfrey would do her job flawlessly.

Albus arrived at the hospital in no time. The nurse was tidying up some items left on the bedside tables, but the old man drew her attention in an instant.

"Please, my dear Poppy, hurry up! A dying witch is on her way to Hogwarts, and I need you to heal her "he said, anxiously but kindly.

"And what exactly is her case?"

"Suicide attempt..."