AN: The End. By now I wish I owned Harry Potter.

Epilogue

Hermione's POV

"I must be dreaming," I murmured.

"Then it's a good dream," Cedric whispered into my ear. We were sitting on the hill where we found the portkey, staring into the sunset.

"Why did you have to go?" I asked looking at him.

"Hermione. I meant what I said. I will always love you forever and always. That doesn't mean that I don't want you to give up on love," he said wrapping his arms around me. "I will always be there with you."

"I don't want to leave," I said softly.

"But you must. And never lose hope. Because the sun will always rise."

I awoke with a startle. I remember Morgan always telling me about the way she would dream about her parents and Melony. It gave me peace. I know that the dream was reality.

I opened my diary and a piece of paper fell out. I quickly recognized Morgan's scrawl:

When you're broken, in a million little pieces. Any you're trying, but you can't hold on anymore. Every tear falls down for a reason, don't you stop believing in yourself. When you're broken.

This quote helped my get through my parents' deaths and Melony's. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left. You will survive Hermione. Don't you ever tell yourself that you are not brave because I know you and the pain you must be feeling. I was half tempted to leave you a niffler… I know stop smiling Herm. I want you to believe that Cedric died so that you would live.

I will always be there when you need me. Just call out loudly.

Your friend,

Morgan Maude Moonchime

I smiled at the thought of the niffler. She would. I searched through my trunk, half expecting one to jump out. I found a letter taped to a blank journal. And one again in Morgan's scrawl:

Cedric wanted me to give this to you at Christmas, but I kept it for sentimental reasons. Sorry.

I opened the first page and saw a quote: Forget the past. Hope for tomorrow. Live for today. I smiled softly. A dark tear gather at the sight of his handwriting. If I try to write out what happened, I will understand it more myself. I opened to a fresh page and dabbed my quill and began:

People say that true love is meant to be. My story starts with a maroon train with gold words and a clumsy little girl…