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Remember When- Chapter 1-Bedtime Stories
Ten year old Persephone Potter sat at the edge of her ageing grandmother's bed, looking down at the proud older woman with the utmost of admiration. Persephone had been told bedtime stories the wondrous tales of the Hogwarts Golden Trio, from their grand adventures, to their courage and bravery against Voldemort, from the day she was born. Her grandfather Harry and uncle Ron would regale her their tales night after night, but it was her grandmother Hermione's seldom told stories of love and romance that excited her the most.
A single tear slip down her cheek as Persephone held Hermione's frail hand in her own and listened to her labored breaths. It wouldn't be long now before the curse took what remained of her body from her, but never her mind, that would remain sharp as a tack until the very end. Few had expected her to last this long, but that was her grandmother; too stubborn to accept fate, to proud to admit defeat.
It had been Voldemorts final curse, which Hermione had leapt in front of Harry to bear instead of him; a curse which would have drained the great Harry Potter of his power now drained the once headstrong Hermione Granger of her life. At the age of sixty two she should be in the prime of her life, still young in the eyes of the wizarding world, but where the rest of the world had aged a year at a time since that fateful day, Hermione had aged by ten. Now over four hundred years old, she had long out lasted anyone's expectation.
"There's no reason to cry my sweet angel." Hermione stated in a soft voice to the raven haired youngster before her. Puffy eyed and tear streaks left no doubt that the little darling had been crying, but looking at the perfect curls that surrounded her cherub like face which were so different than the angry tangle that had once sat upon her head that she couldn't help but chuckle at life's small gifts.
"What's so funny?" Persephone huffed as she wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.
"I was simply thinking about all the boys that will be knocking on your door after next year. With that beautiful hair of yours, and those eyes, you've got your grandfather's eyes. You'll be a heartbreaker. I only wish I was around long enough to see it." Hermione replied as she tucked an errant curl back behind her granddaughter's ear.
"Tell me again about you and grandfather. Tell me about how you fell in love. Tell me about how jealous Uncle Ron was, and how Grandpa Harry wouldn't let you go." The young child rattled on.
"It sounds as though you know the story better than I do." Hermione laughed.
"Please Nan. It's my favorite story." Persephone pleaded.
"Very well dear, come close it's a long tale and I fear the end of the day is far to near." With that said Hermione lifted the blanket and allowed Persephone to crawl in bed beside her.
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