Chapter 10
…..Though Harry has never mentioned Hermione since that day I know being his wife that how much he misses her. When I went to Hogwarts, I thought they were just good friends but how wrong I was. They were and are soul mates. What else could explain Harry catching Hermione's lie during their last meeting? Even somebody as wise as Professor Dumbledore didn't realize that. During that encounter I truly understood the bond between them. Harry rarely cries. He didn't show it but I could make out that he cried for days after Hermione left, whenever he was alone. I tried to tell him that he should write to Hermione. He wouldn't hear of it. For a long time he was just going through the motions. He was blind to his love for Hermione and as a result lost her. If he was in a better shape I would have tried explaining to him that he loved her and should go back to her. However I didn't have the courage to do so. Since Hermione left I was his only friend. He had almost forgotten that I was his girlfriend too. When he remembered that, he perhaps thought that it was time to move on. He asked me to marry him just as we got out of Hogwarts. I knew that he was doing this only to forget the past. But I loved him so much that I couldn't bear to see his heart getting broken for the second time. So I agreed.
Before you were born Harry got to know about my condition. He obviously rushed to the hospital. He tried to change my mind. But I told him it was too late for me to survive so it would be best for me to give birth to you. Part of this letter was written after my death by a quill which I had charmed. Harry was inconsolable. I told him to think ahead. What had happened could not be changed. I suggested that you should be named Hermione. He was a bit confused but agreed. Of course I named you after Hermione Granger. I hope you have given your father the same happiness as she did.
My child, you are just eight years old. Ideally this letter should have come to you when you were twelve. However there is not that much time. Maybe it's too late already. After spending a year with Hermione I got to know her pretty well. If I'm right she hasn't got over Harry yet. Harry was her first love and she was Harry's first love. Harry loved her more than he loved himself. I came between them, which separated them. I've always wanted the two of them reunited. Will you not fulfill your mother's final desire?
I've full confidence in you.
With all my love,
Your mother,
Caroline.
P.S. Under the penesive there are two things which might help you.
With trembling hands she moved the penesive. Under it was a photo of Harry and Hermione and a red scarf. She recognized the scarf immediately. It was the one Hermione had thrown out of the Knight bus.
It was almost three in the morning; yet sleeping was the last thing Hermione could think of doing. She went back to her bedroom. The first thing she needed to do was to find out if her father still had feelings for Hermione. Suddenly she had a bright idea. Thinking about it she went to sleep. Next morning she woke up at nine. She quickly got ready and was about to go down to implement her plan when another idea came to her mind. She tied her hair into a ponytail and put on the red scarf. She looked at the mirror and smiled. As she walked into the dining room she saw her father staring at her intensely. She knew that the second plan had worked. Now it was time to test the first.
"Good morning Daddy! Will you play a game with me?" she asked.
"Now which of your silly games do you want me to play?" Harry said picking his daughter up.
"Don't call my game silly!! Now listen. I'll say a word. Then you have to say a word which you think of as soon as you hear my word and it goes on like this. I saw this on a television show. Okay, I'm starting, Sky", she said.
"Cloud", said Harry.
"Rain", said Hermione.
"Greenery", said Harry.
"Plant", said Hermione.
"Flower", said Harry.
"Rose", said Hermione.
"Love", said Harry.
"Hermione", said Hermione.
"Granger", said Harry, before clapping his mouth with his hands. Hermione smiled secretly.
"Now, who is this Hermione Granger?" she asked, pretending to be interested.
"Nobody", said Harry, trying to avoid.
"You have to tell me Daddy. She can't be nobody if you thought of her as soon as you heard `Hermione'. She seems to be more important than me. Tell me about her please", said Hermione dramatically.
"Okay! Okay! Hermione Granger was my friend at school. My best friend. The two of us understood the other better than ourselves. We could never lie to each other. If we did, we would get caught. She was just like a boy. She used to hang around with me and Uncle Ron since we were eleven. She never wore makeup or anything like that. Yet she was beautiful. Very beautiful", Harry said looking lost as memories came flooding back to him.
"Then what happened to her?" Hermione asked.
"She left school early and we never met again", said Harry. His tone implied that no more questions would be answered. Hermione didn't need to ask anymore. She had got to now what she wanted. Her father still cared a lot about Hermione Granger. They ate breakfast quietly after which Harry left for work. The expression on his face showed that he was not really focused. It was then that Hermione made up her mind. Whatever it took, she would get her father and Hermione Granger together.
There was one problem. Since she was just eight years old she would need help. She thought about it and decided that the best people would be her grandparents. Since they stayed in the same house it would be easier to discuss things with them. As soon as she finished her breakfast she called her grandparents down to the basement. Together they watched the entire sequence of events in the penesive again. Hermione showed them the two letters. Her grandparents offered her full support in achieving her goal.
The question was from where to start. Hermione's grandfather Robert White suggested that they should first have a chat with Hagrid. Since Hermione Granger took him into confidence before deciding to tell Harry about her feelings, it was likely that Hagrid would know about her whereabouts. They took a portkey and landed on the grounds of Hogwarts. They knocked on Hagrid's door.
-->