This is basically going to be a story of Hermione traveling to the future. This is the beginning.
Hermione felt the coldness coming from outside of the tent, but that is not what had her shivering. This was usually the time of day when she would miss Ron the most, when she was in bed, clutching the blankets around her. The blankets were trying their best to cease the shivering, but they were failing. After a while, Hermione fell asleep before Harry could hear her crying from outside the tent.
"Hermione? Hermione, sweetheart, you need to wake up now." Hermione's eyes snapped open at the word "sweetheart", since no one had called her that since she had stayed at the Burrow.
She noticed that she was at King's Cross station. Everything seemed so bright, and Hermione noticed that it was also empty, except for the two people sitting on the bench to her right.
The first person she saw was the one who had spoken, the one with beautiful, long red hair that made her think that maybe she was a relative of the Weasley's, but the green eyes banished that thought.
"You're Lily," Hermione asked, and the woman nodded. Next, Hermione observed the man sitting next to Lily. He looked almost exactly like Harry, besides the fact that this man was older, and he had hazel eyes.
"And you're James," Hermione said, not asking but confirming. The man nodded, and wrapped an arm around Lily.
"Thank you so much for helping our son," Lily said, indicating that Hermione should sit next to her.
"It's my pleasure, he is my best friend," she responded, as tears started to fill her eyes.
"Oh, come here darling," Lily said, opening her arms to Hermione, and Hermione dived in for a hug, with her sobs suddenly making her shake violently. Hermione found this woman strangely comforting, despite her being dead. She wondering what her relationship with Harry's mother would have been if she had not died.
"I know that you're having a hard time right now,"Lily started. "My son and his best friend made you choose between them. I'm quite disappointed in Harry right now, actually, seeing as he should be able to see how much choosing him has affected you."
I had to do what was right," Hermione sobbed into the woman's shoulder. Suddenly, as a very obvious fact hit her, she bolted up into a sitting position again.
"But wait a minute, you two are dead!" Hermione exclaimed, as the couple nodded in response. "Does this mean that I died in my sleep or something?"
"No no, not at all," Lily soothed, patting Hermione's arm. "We just saw what a hard time you were having, so we wanted to release you of your pain for a bit. Also, we know how much you're worrying about the future, so we wanted to show you how everything turns out."
"Is that even allowed?" Hermione asked, bewildered.
"Not normally," Lily admitted, "but this is an exception, seeing as you have helped our son for so many years, whether it was simply with a test or something deeper than that, and we had to repay you."
Hermione started to tear up again. "Oh, I can't imagine how Harry has managed to go throughout his whole life without you two!"
"Don't worry, we'll see him soon," Lily reassured her, only to receive a confused look.
"You'll see soon enough," Lily beamed. "Now, it's time for you to go." She stood up, pulling James and Hermione up with her. "Give Harry my love," she gave Hermione a hug, "and I do hope things get better with you and him."
James came up at patted Hermione on the back. "Thank you so much," he spoke for the first time.
"Oh, and I hope that you'll see that things do get better, especially with you and the people you love." And without another word, she pushed Hermione into a bed that she hadn't seen before, and with exhaustion overcoming her, Hermione fell asleep.