(Note: A dad thinks about his daughter.)

Every day for the last year I have been going to my little girls' room and wishing her a good morning. And every day I fine the room empty, but this is a different type of emptiness. This time of year she would normally be at school, having fun, enjoying herself, but she's not. She's out there fighting a war . . . and I can't even help her. There are day that I wish she had never gone to that school, but then again she wouldn't be the Hermione she is today. I still remember the first letter she wrote home.

Dear mom & dad,

I wish you could see the school, it's beautiful. It's an enormous castle just like the book said!! The food is wonderful and the classes are very interesting. I'm sharing a room with four other girls, they seem very nice. . . I miss you guys. . . It's late and I have to get up early tomorrow.

Love you,

Hermione

It was short and jet I could feel the loneliness in every word. You sill hadn't made any friends. But as the weeks, months went by you started righting about two boys: Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter. I didn't realize how much they would change you and you them, until your first summer back. When I saw you with them I realize that it was the first time I have seen you smile. Not the "Thanks Dad" or "I love you guys" smile we have always seen, but a sincere, worry free smile that every child has since berth. Jet your mother and I where seeing it for the first time.

That's the moment that I knew . . . well truth be told I had no ideal what it meant. But as the years went by and with every dangers and some what exciting adventure you three had a specula bond formed. So, when Molly Weasley broth us that letter:

Mom, dad I know you understand why I'm doing this. And I don't know how to thank you for all the things you have done for me. Thank you for being my only friend for so long. Please don't worry about us and pray for us. I love you guys very much and tell the Weasley's I'll look after Ron and Harry.

You daughter,
Hermione Ann Granger

I did understand and I believed in the words of a boy that I had gotten to know through your letters.

Thank you for all the things that you have all done for me. I really don't know what I would have done on my own. All I can do is thank you and promise Ron's and Hermione's return. I ask . . . I ask for your forgiveness for all the trouble I have put you through. Tell the Dursely's that I'll miss them after all they're the only family I have.

Please don't forget me.
Harry James Potter

I look at your mother as she prepares breakfast and can't help noticing how smeller you both are. Same brown hair and eyes, same soft cream color skin . . .

The kitchen door opens and in walks a young woman, hair up in a messy ponytail, dark brown eyes full of wisdom and knowledge that can only be learned by experiences. For a moment I see my wife for the fist time, but . . . her eyes are different. This isn't my wife, but the other love of my life, my little girl, only she's not little anymore.

But that's alright because no matter how big she gets she'll always be my little girl and I wouldn't change her for anything in the world.

(A/N: I don't really know that much of Hermiones' dad. Hop it was ok.)