Epilogue
The Memories we hold…
It was year 2020. 40-year-old Hermione Weasley slowly walked up the hill. She had to get away from Daniel and Derek, the naughty twins. Her house-elf, Winky, was taking very good care of them.
Her husband, Ron Weasley, was the Minister of Magic. He earned 200 Galleons a day- she didn't even need to work. She mostly played with the twins- read books, her hobby, and sometimes substituted for a teacher at Hogwarts. Life was simple. Life was easy. But it wasn't complete.
Hermione walked in front of a grave. It was simple, very simple, considering who it was for. It was the exact same shape as every other grave in this graveyard. Because this was Azkaban's grave. But the person's grave- in front of Hermione, was special.
Harry James Potter, 1980-1995. R.I.P.
There was no "beloved son," or "great hero." Just Harry Potter.
It was the Boy-Who-Lived. It was the Boy-Who-Saved-The-School-From-The-Chamber-Of-Secrets. It was the Boy-Who-Saved-The-Sorcerer's-Stone-From-Voldemort. It was the Boy-Who-Won-The-Tri-Wizard-Tournament-At-Only-15-years-old. It was the Boy-Who-Defeated-Voldemort-Again-At-Age-15.
But those didn't matter. Those didn't matter at all. He was the Boy-Who-Betrayed-The-Light-Side. He was the Boy-Who-Killed-Albus-Dumbledore, the greatest Wizard of all time. He was the Boy-Who-Tortured-Muggles. The bad outweighed the good. He had spent the last hours of his life- in Azkaban.
The place of Death.
She sighed. Why did Harry turn evil, again? If he hadn't turned evil 25 years ago- they would be together. Definitely. They would have kids. They would be happy. This was why her life wasn't complete. There was no Harry.
No Harry to save her ever again. No Harry to love her. No Harry to talk with her. No Harry in her life ever again.
Tears flowed freely down Hermione's eyes. She put a rose- signaling Love, next to his grave. It was the only flower next to his grave. The other graves- had bouquets of flowers- daisies, sunflowers, roses, lilies, irises, petunias, and other flowers there. But Harry's? No one came for him. No one came in front of his grave. No one kneeled before him and prayed.
Except Hermione. The only person in the world that ever loved Harry. No matter what he did- everyone would still hate him. They would always hate him.
"I will always love you, Harry Potter. You are the love of my life. I wish you were here, right now. Here, by me. That is my deepest desire." Hermione whispered softly. A chill wind scathed her body- swaying her clothes.
"We would have been perfect." She whispered again.
She nodded lightly. She raised her head to Harry's. "You shouldn't have joined, Harry. We would have been perfect."
She continued to remember her words to Harry Potter in Azkaban- 25 years ago. She remembered the kiss- oh, the kiss. So perfect. It was the best. Better than any kiss Ron had ever gave her.
~Begin Flashback~
Hermione looked at 11-year-old Harry Potter happily. "Okay, Hermione, I have to go on- you get back and send a letter to Dumbledore, and make sure Ron's okay?" Harry asked her.
Hermione smiled. Then, unintentionally, she jumped forward and hugged him. His face turned red.
"Hermione!" He yelled.
She pulled back, smiling. "You're a great wizard, you know, Harry?" She asked. How she loved Harry already. She had always loved him- since she first met him.
"But- Hermione- you're really smart…" Harry began. Hermione smiled. How humble of him.
"Books- and cleverness. I'll never get the bravery you have- Harry. Please- go on- and do take care of yourself!"
They parted, Hermione running back to get Ron- Harry running forward to meet Professor Quirrell.
~End Flashback~
"I've always loved you, Harry. I still can't believe you're gone." Hermione whispered.
She kissed the stone of the grave lightly.
~Begin Flashback~
Hermione happily ran up to 14-year-old Harry Potter. She kissed him on the cheek.
Harry blushed furiously.
"Hermione!" He yelled.
She smiled. "Do take care of yourself- Harry. Please."
He nodded.
~End Flashback~
"You didn't take care of yourself, Harry. You didn't at all." She said softly, remembering what happened 26 years ago.
"You left me. I wish you stayed at Hogwarts. Then everything would be perfect." Hermione whispered.
~Begin Flashback~
11-year-old Hermione Granger cheered Harry Potter on as he dove down neck-to-neck with Terence Higgs- aiming for the snitch. She was relieved- she had just burned Snape's robes and there was now no more jinx!
Suddenly, Harry coughed out the snitch. The stands cheered wildly. Hermione herself jumped up and down- screaming cheers of congratulations. How she loved Harry Potter.
~End Flashback~
"The things I do for you, Harry Potter," Hermione whispered, smiling tearfully. She kneeled down- facing the grave.
"Do promise me, Harry, my love. Do promise me- that when I die- you'll be there to greet me- between the portals of life and death." She said, smiling. She then stood up- and turned, Apparating back to her house.
50 years later…
90-year-old Hermione Granger lay- dying in her bed. She was an old woman now- with even Great-Grandchildren. Her life, was the best anyone could find. Her husband, Ron Weasley, had already died 10 years ago. Now- she was enjoying the last of her life.
Soon- she felt a clogging in her brain- a weakness in her legs. She could no longer move. Her breaths became ragged- irregular. She sighed. Her life was slowly, dripping away. Her life was good. Her life was ending.
She never forgot the promise she asked Harry 50 years ago. And now, it would be up to Harry to remember it…
75 years ago, Hermione had kissed Harry Potter. Now, she hoped- the first thing she would do in afterlife, was to experience it again.
She felt her body grow stiff. She knew she was dying. Her heart beat slower- and slower- until it completely stopped moving.
She breathed one- last- ragged breath, and then whispered, "I'm coming, Harry Potter, my love," her last words.
R.I.P Hermione Granger, Beloved wife, mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother.
And her spirit entered the portals- between life and death- and there- was a figure. As she slowly ascended- she knew who it was. It was Harry Potter. And she raced forward- her face becoming young once again- and jumped into his arms, crying continuously.
And now, her life, was complete.
~MiSt Slytherin Death Eater Second-In-Command of the Dark Lord~
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