You held me in your arms and I told you my story. You didn't judge me, you just wiped away my tears as they silently streamed down my face. You kissed me gently with your soft lips and you melted my heart, my Hermione.
I walked with you in the moonlight and you saw more than silver hair and pointed features silhouetted by the stars. You were the only one who could ever look past my name to see me for who I really was, my Hermione.
In your eyes I was not a monster, not a coward or a villain. I could be anything I wanted to be. I would have been anything for you, my Hermione.
I held you in my arms as you told me your story. I couldn't judge you, I never did. I kissed you as gently as I could so as not to break you, as if I could. Your frigile beauty shone strongly, as it always did, my Hermione.
You walked with me through all the seasons, in all weathers. I soon learned to see your beauty all around me, in all the seasons. You taught me how to live, my Hermione.
In my eyes you were more than your blood, than your name. You were, and always will be, my everything, my Hermione.
And now you are not with me, you cannot walk with me, you cannot kiss me, there are no seasons.
But these gifts you gave me must live on, they do. They live on through our child, my Hermione.
He is the Spring that brings life, the Summer sun, the Autumn moon, the Winter spirit. He is fragile but strong like you, my Hermione. He is all that you gave to me. He is all that you left behind.
