It had been seventeen years. Only two of those years she had known him. Fifteen years of heartache and loneliness.
It was only a week after he died that I found out. Him and I, we were meant to be. We were made for each other.
I guess I should have told Harry, it just never seemed to be the right time. It probably never will be but I will have to tell him one day.
Perhaps I shall tell him now before I follow my loves footsteps.
I have written the letter and sent it.
Through the veil and I will be free. On the same day as my love fifteen long years ago, oh the irony.
No-one ever saw her again. Harry got a letter. It must have explained it all because only Harry seemed to know searching for her would not be of any use. He told them a week after, tear tracks still clearly visible.
Many where shocked, most inconsolable, she just did not seem to be that kind of person, to just give up on life. Most of all, Harry missed his sister.
Several weeks later he placed a statue of her and her love with wings together on the Hogwarts ground, 'Forever together; forever in peace', Hermione Granger and Sirius Black, two halves of one soul.
On their birthdays, death days and Christmas, for the rest of their lives Harry and Remus would go and visit them placing flowers by the statue.
As the years went on and the new generations at Hogwarts came and went stories were told about the statue of two angels. Some heard that both were lovers who had run away from the battle of Hogwarts and were killed by Death Eaters, but Severus Snape, who Hermione had saved, didn't want her name and reputation tarnished and so every year when the next generation asked about the statue he would reply that, they were soul mates separated by the war and that she had followed his footsteps so that she could be in peace with her love.
From then on young couples would go there to pray for their blessing on their engagement.
On the night Harry knew would be his last he called his now large family to him. The only things he said to them were. 'Hold onto your loves because you never know when it could end, keep visiting Hermione and Sirius, and that he will always love them and watch over them.'
In the last hour of his life two angels appear in his room. Harry recognises them immediately. Still at the age they died Hermione and Sirius had appeared to lead their friend, brother and godson to heaven. Harry with his heavily lined face and white hair laughed and cried at seeing them, the other parts of his family he had been missing for two hundred and thirty years where here with him.
When his great grand daughter came in to his room in the morning she found Harry in what first appeared to be a very peaceful sleep. He was relaxed and had a small smile and tear tracks still on his face; the only thing which gave away his lifeless state was the absolute silence in the room.