She remembers the day he left.
The day he said they could never work, he packed his bags and ran, she screamed and cried.
"Harry." The only name she was able to ever get out, the pictures were scattered around the room. She needed him, she needed him with her. To be with her and hold her, but it never would of worked. She was the woman on the side, he was with Ginny, he was happy. She remembers the day he came back and said he loved her, that he was leaving Ginny for her.
They made passionate love all night, but it wasn't enough for him.
She remembers the plus sign on the Muggle test and her breaking down, she remembers the small brown haired boy who reminded her of his father, with the piercing green eyes. Hermione couldn't bear it.
James was given to Molly, Hermione began drinking away the pain, to hide the scars on her body she was stuck to wearing long sleeves everyday of her life.
She had finally cracked, she had finally broke down and was ruined.
He remembers the day he buried her underneath the big old oak, he had his son in his arms, crying wishing he had realized sooner.
She was gone.