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She likes to stand outside in the rain, just staring at the droplets of water pouring out of the sky. Someone once said that when the rain falls god is crying. If he is crying I'm sure it is for us. I watch her, mindful that she can't stay outside too long but it makes her so happy I just cannot say no. She can't catch cold or it'll interfere with her treatments. Since the war she hasn't been the same. Some of those deatheaters really knew their spells.

We're not sure if the visits to St. Mungo's will reverse the damage completely but it's our only hope, my only hope. I have to admit I'm being selfish, doing it for myself, just a little. But I can't live like this; I can't have half of her. Its like she's there but still she's not really there. She barely recognises me and she can't remember any of the others. She now spends her time reading fairy tales that end happily ever after instead of the colossal texts of times past and though I know it's stupid, I can't help but wish for a fairy tale ending, my happily ever after.

I just want one day to come home from work and see her standing at the door waiting for me, to feel her warmth as she kisses and hugs me, hear her say how much she loves me.

I miss her. Miss being with her. Not only physically but just discussing a good book or talking about things at the store. The little things you take for granted.

I miss our little spats about those trivial things. I miss her cooking (always makes - no made - for good conversation. But I can't have those things because she's not there. Inside that head of bushy curls is a stranger. Someone I don't know. Definitely not the goody two shoes know-it-all I married. Its like she died but her body is still alive. No one understands. They are all too busy mourning those lost in battle. Everyone lost someone, in our case everyone. They have no time to notice that I am mourning also.

I'm mourning the loss of the love of my life, the keeper of my heart and the only woman I have ever loved: my love, my life, my wife, Hermione Granger-Weasley.

But, I cannot change any of it and its does no-one any good to dwell on these things. I must go now, get her out of the rain. It would not do for her to be ill.

I drape her coat over her shoulders and shelter both of us with the umbrella I brought.

"Come on love, let's go inside. Don't want you to catch cold. It's positively freezing out isn't it?" I wrap my arm around her shoulder and gently but firmly guide her back to the house.

"Ok…" she seems unsure of who I am, so I make it easier on both of us

"Fred, love" she smiles brightly up at me.

"Ok, Fred"

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