A/N: I have to apologize for the long wait for this chapter. My reasons for the wait are first I was swamped with school work because I was getting ready to graduate from college, and second I had major writers block. So again I'm sorry for the wait. But I hope you enjoy this. Don't forget to leave a review.

What can I say about my mother that hasn't already been said, Rose had been wondering this for the last three days. She sat down at her desk and began to write again hoping this time she could find the correct words.

But the words that she was trying to find seemed to completely elude Rose, for those who knew her Hermione Jean Weasley (Granger) was a great many things.

To her fellow classmates at Hogwarts she was the brightest witch of her age, a muggle born girl with a bushy head of brown hair who found ancient ruins of all things fascinating. A girl who numerous people believed had been placed in the wrong house. Certainly a young lady with her intelligence was meant to be in Ravenclaw not Gryffindor. And who could blame them for that after all she was the girl who excelled at any academic challenge she was presented with.

Clever enough to figure out that a basilisk had been the creature terrorizing the school, and the following year that a current teacher had been a werewolf, though he was never a threat. Her possession and knowledge of a device called a time turner helped to save two lives.

She was the envy of many when she managed to catch the eye of an international quidditch player, with whom she accompanied to the Yule Ball. Along the way she'd also found the time to start up The Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare, also known as S.P.E.W.

Following this she was given the honor of becoming a prefect. And was a key member in helping to establish the D.A., a group that was founded in the face of oppression. She also saw to it that the group would have a safe means of communication. Proving once again she was wise far beyond her years. Even with some unexpected turbulence in her fifth year she managed to achieve ten outstanding O.W.L.s

Again in her sixth year she faced some turbulence but it was not completely academic, it was at the end of this year that she agreed to aid Harry Potter in his plan to defeat the dark lord. And that is what she did, never once wavering from this promise. Seeing this mission through until its end and in doing so ensured that she would go down in history as part of the golden trio, a hero in the eyes of many.

Rose felt the tears again and knew they were coming and did her best to control them.

Yes, she was all of these things to so many people, but she was more to me. For all that she was what mattered most to me was that she was my mother. I don't think that I could have asked for a better mum than her.

While many knew her as the brains of the golden trio who used it to get the trio out of tight spots, I knew her as the woman who would use it to threaten my father with yellow birds when she wanted him to do something. To be honest I never really understood why she would do that but it worked. A smile spread across her face as she remembered the look her father at the mention of these birds.

It was mum who never forgot a single birthday for anyone in our large family and that is quite an accomplishment in my book. She was there for me when I rode my first broom and when I fell from the broom about two second later.

And she taught me about things that you can't learn from books. Like being honest about who and what I was not only with the world but to myself as well. To never compromise my intelligence for the sake of being a girl, or as she liked to put it "play the game".

My mother also read to my brother and me every night before we would go to sleep. There would be nights when I could see how tired she was, but still she would read. And at a young age I could not understand why she would never dither from this commitment. She continued to read to us until we both felt we'd outgrown it.

Tears were beginning again but she again fought them.

I remember the first time I saw Dobby the house-elvesgrave. Mum told me about him and all he did, and also how he died. I can recall being greatly upset at the way that these creatures were treated. But she eased me by telling me about her job.

"That is why I work to erase laws and rules that have caused others to suffer, and put in place laws and rules that would do the exact opposite." She told me, "So that things like this will not ever happen again to those who may not be able to stand up for themselves."

Throughout my life people have often asked me what trait of my mother's I would most like to possess. And for a while I thought that it was my mother's intelligence, after all it is what she is famous for. But upon giving it more thought I now know that if I could be like my mother in any way I would hope to have her heart.

I know that my choice may be a bit surprising to some but it should not be. I now know why my mother always read to my brother and me. It was the same reason that she worked so hard to help those who could not help themselves.

It was because she cared. I know this reason may seem simple and plain but that's because it is. My mother was the sort of person who cared about everyone and everything. Her heart was full of compassion and love. And it is that same heart that I will miss most about her.

Rose's eyes began to well up with tears again as they had been doing more than she would have cared to admit in the last three days. Quickly she turned away from her final draft and in the direction of her earlier writing attempt. As they fell from her eyes and on to the parchment they mixed with ink that had not yet dried and began to run like tiny black rivers down the parchment.

Three days ago an unsuccessful attempt on Hermione's life had been made. Her mother was alive but this event had left Rose shaken to say the least. Rose heard her door knob turn but it was too late to stop him, Hugo was already in her room. He knew what she'd been doing.

He did need to say anything he could just tell. Despite being two years younger than her the fifteen year old boy had long since towered over her seventeen year old self. Wrapping his arms around her she began to cry into his chest. This lasted for a few moments before she let him go and handed him what she'd been working on.

"It's finished." She said while wiping away the last of her tears.

"Rose I can't it's morbid I..."

"Please Hugo."

He said nothing but read the parchment to himself. When he was finished he looked up at her and said, "It's perfect Rose but for now it's unnecessary." He handed her back the parchment and stood to leave. "But, he kneeled down held her hands and smiled; when that time does come you're going to have to add more to it."

"I know I will," she said smiling at him. As he left her room and she climbed into bed she repeated, "I know I will."

A/N: The next chapter will be up soon and I mean it this time. My brother has four best friends and in the past year they all lost their mothers and have kinda clung to my mom so I wanted to write something that paid tribute to how great Hermione was as well as being a great mom that her daughter would want to be like.