To begin we must start at the end.
My name is Hermione Weasley and it is May 2nd, 2003 and I am 23 years old. I am sitting with my husband, the man I love with all of my heart, and I am filling him in on my day. He is silent as I talk; I do like to talk...
All pretty normal you'd say...
Well, my husband is silent because he is dead. I am sitting by his grave and I am telling him how my day was without him.
Not as morbid as you may think. It has been exactly 5 years since he died. I still miss him so much...
I have been reminiscing with him about the day we married. It took us both by surprise! We had spent months apart and just that day I had been captured and tortured into unconsciousness. Thankfully, I was rescued and had managed to escape. Unfortunately, my rescuer was not so lucky and shortly after arriving safely, we were saying goodbye to a loyal friend. All in all, a rather eventful day!
We were in the middle of a war and it didn't seem to be getting easier.
My love and I had only a few hours together before I was due to leave him again. We were sitting quietly in the garden when he looked at me with so much emotion in his eyes. He told me that he loved me and that his feelings would never change. Sadly, we did not know how long we would be able to have moments like this...together. He felt that we should grasp our happiness with both hands and he asked me to marry him...right there and then! He had the rings and his brother was able to marry us. It happened just like that, the two of us saying our vows in front of his best friend and the stars! His family slept ignorant to what was happening. He promised that as soon as the war was over, we would renew our vows in front of our family and friends and that I would get to have the fairytale ending I deserved.
Sadly that never came to pass. His family never even found out we had married, they never even knew that we had been dating!
One final secret... we have a little girl...her name is Josephine Molly and she is 4 years old. She will be 5 on December 1st and she looks just like her daddy...
Unfortunately, she never got to meet her father, and he has never seen her beautiful face. He knew about her, I told him just hours before I lost him! The image of his beaming grin after I told him is still firmly imprinted in my mind. It is the image I recall when I think of that day, and not of the tragedy that followed.
Josephine is a name her father chose. Back when we were dating at Hogwarts, he had heard a song with the name in and became fond of singing it. He had joked how it was a pretty name and we should use it for our first daughter. So when it came time to naming her, Josephine was an easy decision.
Josephine knows all about her family and after we have finished catching up with her daddy, I am going to stop by their house...and hopefully she will get to meet them for the first time!
Wish me luck!