He sat by the window. Tears were running down his eyes.
"Why did this happen? Why did he die? It's all happened because of me," he thought.
He sensed someone behind his back. He knew who it was.
"What are you doing here?"
"You know exactly the answer."
"No, I don't. Why are you here? You better go out now."
"No, I won't Harry. Not until you tell me."
"Tell you what, Hermione? Tell you that this is my fault? That I cause him to die? That I am the cause for all of this? Is that what you want me to tell you?"
"No, Harry. It's not your fault. This all is not your fault and never will be. This happened because it meant to be happen."
"But I could stop it. If I just…"
"Stop it, Harry. That's seriously not your fault. None of us knew that this would happen."
"But…"
"No but, Harry. That's it, okay? I know you're tired right now and so am I. Let's talk about this tomorrow, okay? We need rest."
She gave him a hug and snuggled close to him.
"Hermione…"
"Ssstt. We'll talk about this tomorrow, okay? We really need some sleep now."
"Okay."
"Don't worry, Harry, I will always be here for you."