A/N: This is just something I thought of and I felt like writing it down. I hope you enjoy.
Kittyluver87
The man held his little daughter close as they walked through the graveyard in the rain. They stopped at a grave with the dirt still freshly laid upon it. He set the girl down and watched her trace the letters on the grave. She had recently just learned how to read from her Mother. As he watched her, he began to remember the horrible day when his wife died.
"Mommy! Daddy! I'm hungry!" the little girl said climbing into her parent's bed, early one Saturday morning. The mother, who was pregnant with their second child sat up slowly and smiled at the little girl who just turned five. She had bushy brown hair like her mother and green eyes like her father.
"I'll get her something to eat," Her husband said sitting up as well.
"Thanks dear," His wife said patting her large belly and kissing him on the lips. The little girl giggled and her father picked her up and swung her around in circles. He stopped for a second wincing in pain.
"What is it?" His wife said looking concerned.
"It's my scar. I better contact the ministry and tell them. Voldemort must be nearby." He said slowly.
"I sure hope not," His wife said getting a worried look on her face.
"I'm sure it will all be fine. I'll get her some breakfast and owl the ministry," He said picking up the little girl again and carrying her down the stairs into the kitchen. "What would you like to eat Emily?"
"I want pancakes, and waffles, with chocolate chips, and whipped cream and strawberries and hot chocolate and…" She began.
"Emily! Emily! Slow down. You can't eat all that. How about I get you some cereal and then when your mother comes down she will decide what else you can have?" Her father suggested.
"Ok Daddy," She said taking her seat at the table while her father poured her some cereal and made her instant hot chocolate with a flick of his wand.
"Harry! HARRY!!!!!" His wife screamed from upstairs.
"Emily, no matter what you stay here. You promise me," Harry said hurriedly.
She nodded. Harry sprinted up the stairs to his bedroom where the screaming had come from. He looked over at his wife Hermione. She had stopped screaming and was lying on the bed. She wasn't moving and her face had a terrified expression in them.
"No!" He said. "She can't be!"
"Well she is," Said a cold voice from behind him. His scar immediately began to burn. Voldemort was standing behind him and closed the door. "Too bad she had to die. I was just looking for you and the girl. But she got in my way."
Harry didn't say anything. He reached into his cloak for his wand, which he had thrown on when he went downstairs. "Oh, going to duel with me are you?" Harry nodded. Voldemort took out his want and they both bowed. Harry barely missed the killing curse as Voldemort shot it at him. Before Voldemort could do another spell Harry yelled, "Stupefy!" It hit voldermort in the eye and he fell down to the ground unconscious. Harry wanted to kill him, but that was against wizarding law. So he said Stupefy again, just to make sure he was out cold. Then he owled the ministry with his trusty owl Hedwig. Less then 10 minutes later some Aurors (did I spell that right?) showed up. They took Voldemort's lifeless body and brought him to the ministry.
The little girl had walked up to the room and opened the door as the Aurors walked out with Voldemort's body. "Daddy?" She said softly. He ran over to her and hugged her. He didn't want her to see her mother's body. The funeral was few days after. It had rained that day. Emily didn't seem to understand what had happened to her mother. "Daddy why is Mommy sleeping in the box with my baby brother?" She had asked earlier at the funeral. Harry didn't answer her. He picked her up and hugged her close, trying to hold back his tears.
Harry looked up from his thoughts and saw his little girl, Emily Hermione, such a beautiful name, he though, finish tracing her fingers over the letters. "H-E-R-M-I-O-N-E," she spelled. "Daddy that spells mommy's name."
"I know," He said softly. The rain was starting to soak his robes.
"Why is she in the ground. You only go in the ground if your de.." She did seem to want to finish that word as it sunk into her what had happened. "Mommy died?" Harry nodded. Emily burst into tears and ran into her father's outstretched arms. Harry let the tears fall freely from his eyes. How was he going to raise his little girl without Hermione's help? They stood there for what seemed like hours. Ron showed up around midnight with his wife and son.
"Harry, there you are," He said spotting Harry holding the small sobbing child.
"Hello, Ron," Harry said wiping his tears away.
Ron knelt down by the grave and placed a bouquet of flower's next to it. "I'm going to miss you," He said slowly, a few tears falling from his eyes. "Come on Harry, your going to freeze out here."
Harry reluctantly turned away from the grave. Emily pushed at him and made him put her down. He reached out for her hand, but she had sprinted off into the direction of the grave. "Mommy! Mommy!" She was screaming running towards the grave. Harry, Ron, his wife Nadine (She's from France) And their son Parker, walked slowly to the grave. They found Emily, her arms hugged around the grave, crying. Harry bent down and scooped her up into his arms. "No! She can't be gone!" The little girl screamed.
"She is gone," Harry said sadly. Then Harry started to cry again. Never again would Hermione pick on him about being messy, never again would she yell at him for spoiling their daughter, never again would he be able to bring presents home for her as a surprise. Hermione was truly gone. There was nothing he could do about it.