The sole chair in the dimly lit room, a rocking chair, creaked as the elderly woman sat on it rocked back and forth gently, a picture frame in her hand that she would run a finger across every now and then. The only light came from the fireplace and the only other noise from the wizarding wireless on the small table. It was on a station that played old music, music that she remembered from her younger years, before her children and grandchildren had even come into the world.
Curly or bushy as many would call it, grey hair partially covered the elderly lady's face, covering her wrinkles and glasses. Her head was bent over the picture, watching as it moved from picture to picture, sometimes letting out a low chuckle at what it would show. Some of the moving photographs showed three teenagers, a ginger, lanky boy, a boy with messy hair, glasses and a scar, and a bushy haired girl laughing amongst themselves, others showed a young couple, and then others showed the family that grew over the years to what it was now. The final photograph of the bunch that flitted across the frame always made her cry, made her shoulders shake and her hands tremble.
Their final photograph together. On that familiar porch swing, outside their familiar little cottage where she still lived, with grey hair and wrinkles covering their faces. The old couple were laughing, holding hands, staring at each other with love in their eyes that lasted right until the very last second of their lives together.
Hermione stared at it again, silent tears rolling down her cheeks as she lifted her head, setting it back against the pillow resting behind her head, remembering their life together, right from the very start.
