MDunn22's Story

Her graying hair blew in the breeze of the warm summer's eve. The only sound that could be heard was the rocking chair swaying back and forth as Hermione Weasley looked out to the valley. She smiled as she remembered the many times that she and Ron ran around out on the grass, enjoying their time together as young adults, not knowing what the world held for them.

With Voldemort gone, they would lay upon the grass and stare up at the clouds, wondering what their lives would become. It was only a short amount of time before Rose and Hugo joined them on the hills, under the sun.

Hermione listened to the rocking sound, remembering how Ron would always rock with her. She looked towards the empty chair next to her, wishing that it were filled. It was alright, though. She knew that she would be joining him shortly. It was only a matter of time.

Death was an odd concept to Hermione. There were people like Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, who lived to be well over 100 years old, and then there were people like her once good friend, Fred Weasley, who died at such a tender age that she knew that he was only considered a man because of his involvement in war.

Death was an interesting concept, indeed. Ron had passed when he had been hit with a spell causing terminal damage while he was out on Auror duty. He loved the last days of his life. Hermione wondered how she would die. Would she die as peacefully as he had, in the comfort of home, surrounded by loved ones? Or would she die alone?

She doubted dying alone would ever be possible with the wonderful family that she had. Rose and Hugo visited frequently, as did her best friends, Draco Malfoy and George Weasley. They were so close, that she knew that she would never feel lonely.

The only problem with her death was her mind deterioration. As much as she knew that her family and friends would be with her as she died, she wondered if she would be with them. She had already forgotten so many things about her life that she was afraid of forgetting her own family.

She pushed the thought away as she looked out to the field, once more. Rose came outside and poured tea into her cup before sitting in Ron's abandoned chair. "Mother," she called, interrupting the thoughts of the woman beside her.

Hermione looked to her beautiful daughter, who had Ronald's hair and her eyes. She smiled, knowing that Rose was well taken care of. Her husband, Scorpius Malfoy, was a dear friend of Hermione's, and she could not have had a better son-in-law.

"Yes, dear?" Hermione answered.

"This came for you by owl," Rose said, holding out a small piece of parchment with a scribble on it that Hermione had not seen in a long while. "I'm not sure who it is from. I've never seen the owl before."

"Harry," Hermione whispered, knowing that Rose could not hear her. Speaking up, she turned eyes away from the letter and looked towards her daughter, "Thank you, sweetheart. Run along, why don't you? I'm sure the kids will be wondering where you are."

"The children are at Hogwarts, mother."

"Oh, yes. I do forget these things, you know."

"I'll just stay for a few more minutes."

"Alright," Hermione said, returning her attention to the letter as Rose looked out onto the landscape. Hermione's shaky hands slowly opened the parchment as she anticipated what would come.

Hermione,

It has been awhile since I've seen you last. I heard about your condition. If you ever need anything, Ginny, the kids, and I are here for you. We have all missed you very much.

I would like to apologize for the way that I acted when we were younger. We had rows about many things that we should not have fought about, and we wasted many years apart.

I would like to see you, if that would be at all possible. If so, please send a reply with Gwen.

Harry

Hermione stared blankly at the parchment with wide eyes. In so few words, Harry had tried to add a bridge to the gap that had been their friendship. But Hermione remembered no friendship between them, whatsoever. She remembered despair, anger, and several tears shed.

Reconcile with Harry? Most definitely not. She would not become friends with such a horrid man. That was when she saw the postscript.

P.S. I know that you are stubborn, so you most likely will not respond, so here is my address for when you finally decide to do the right thing: 2 Grimmauld Place.

Hermione shook her head. He knew her too well. She wondered how, as she only ever remembered fighting with him. She remembered hating him for a long while, but she figured that she should give him a shot. Maybe he meant for the letter to go to another Hermione.

She didn't know who Ginny was, she didn't know why she was missed, she didn't know who Gwen was, but she knew one thing: she would give her great enemy, Harry James Potter, a chance to explain himself.

"Mother?" Rose asked, "If you don't mind me asking, who is the letter from?"

"Harry Potter."

"You know Harry Potter?!"

"Yes, I do. He's a dear enemy of mine," she replied with a sad smile.

"What would he be sending a letter for, then?"

"He wants to meet. He speaks of time spent together when we were younger and someone…Ginny. That sounds like a familiar name but I still cannot remember for the life of me who that is. Grimmauld Place also sounds familiar, but I'm not entirely sure."

"You're going to meet with him? Why?"

"I feel as though I'm forgetting something. I'm not sure what I'm forgetting, but this Harry Potter seems to know something about me, and so I might remember something if I go. It's worth a shot."

Hi everyone! It's MDunn22 here! So, this is a new story written by me and greyeyes7. This chapter was written by greyeyes7. Isn't it great?! Well, please read and review and we will update soon! Thanks!