I saw a rainbow this morning. Strangely, it reminded me of Hermione Granger. It was different than the other rainbows I saw, the colours brighter, against the soft blue of the sky. A rainbow was the symbol of a promise. A promise that came from the heavens. So far, the only symbolism that i had managed to work out was that Hermione herself was a promise. She was a promise to the wizarding world that muggle-borns would be appreciated. A promise that someone with mugle heritage would be so much more than purebloods.

I looked at the rainbow again. The rain was a purifying ritual. Cleaning the toxins caused by both muggle and wizards in the air. The rainbow appeared after the rain. A rainbow is beautiful, bringing hope and happiness. Which brought me to Hermione again. She was pillar of support for everyone in the war. She didn't grieve for her parents or for her loss of her friends. Instead, she helped the ones who were left to forget their past and build up new lives on their own. It was only when she was alone she allowed herself to cry.

I admired Hermione Granger. She was one of the only ones who was open-minded enough to believe that Draco and I changed sides. She didn't suspect us of any treachery but treated us as her friends. It was as if the six years of hostility was gone.

I guess I understand now why the rainbow reminded me of her. I realise now that Hermione Granger will always be my rainbow.