Everything follows the books right up to the day after the final battle. I own none of the actual characters or universe just my own ideas for this storyline.
The morning after the final battle was a hard one to swallow for Hermione. They had lost so many. There was no way to comprehend that kind of loss among those they loved. She couldn't bare to share what she had learned of during the battle with anyone.
"Take them." Severus Snape spoke to us. I pulled out a vile to hand to Harry to take Snape's memories. Before we left he motioned to me to come closer. He whispered in my ear what I never wanted to know.
"They are gone Miss. Granger, your parents. He found them, I'm sorry." Those were the last words he spoke. Luckily, Harry was too preoccupied putting the stopper on the vile to hear what he had said. Once the life left his eyes, we ran.
She was laying in bed in the Gryffindor tower. Those that stayed after the battle were housed in available rooms throughout the castle. She was staring at the top of her old four poster bed when she decided that she would weep for them on her own rather than burden anyone else with the news. It was too soon. She wasn't ready to share it with anyone yet.
Professor McGonagall told them all that they would provide breakfast once everyone had all woken. They were welcome to stay and help repair the school if they wanted to afterwards or take their leave. Hermione had decided to stay, regardless of if her friends are or not. She felt she need the distraction. Hoping it will help numb the pain.
She rolled her tired body to her side to get out of the bed. Throwing her legs over the side of the bed to touch her feet against the cold hard floor. She pulled her body to the bathroom to get ready for the day in the hopes that she would be able to get through it easily.
She made her way to what was left of the Great Hall. It wasn't too damaged when compared to the rest of the castle. She felt as though she was simply moving through the motions. She sat down, put some food on her plate and ate. No taste hit her tongue, no heat from the pancakes. No sweetness from the syrup. She felt no enjoyment.
She looked across the room, only to have her eyes land on another set. She was mesmerized. She had seen the same set of eyes for the last seven year. Yet she had never felt the way she did then. At that moment she felt a connection she couldn't explain. A connection that she wouldn't understand until they spoke on a dark, foggy night soon to come.
She was brought out of the distraction when Harry sat in front of her and murmured good morning. She brought her line of sight to her old friend. He looked battered, just as she felt. His normally vibrant green eyes were currently dull. She gave him a soft smile before returning to her food. She glanced back over to the eyes that had previously captured her attention when she felt a set of lips touch her cheek. She turned her attention to the owner of said lips to find Ron sitting down beside her. She didn't know how to deal with how guilty she felt about everything that happened with Ron. She caved in to her emotions last night and went to him for comfort. She was simply happy that she hadn't given in and had sex with him, it didn't keep her from feeling awful about everything. She knew how he felt and she had felt the same way about him at one point, but she was nowhere in a place to start something. She gave him a weak smile before once again going back to her meal. She had a strange yearning to look up again in search of they eyes that had caught her attention. She hadn't paid much attention to whose they were, she just knew she needed to look into them again. When she looked back up in search of the owner of the eyes she saw that they were gone.