Harry pulled his coat tighter around his shoulders in a futile attempt to keep the chill from settling in. He approached the bust with reverence and silence respect for the image that stood before him in the busy park. The head of Severus Snape was set up in the middle of the wizard park in commemoration of a war hero in every right. Tears prickled in the corners of his eyes at the stone replica of his former lover and one silently slipped slowly down his pale face that was severely drawn with the lack of sleep. He leaned closer and gently placed his lips against the cold marble in a ghost of a kiss that would never be returned.
Hermione wrapped on of her arms around Harry's small form and tugged him back towards the pathway. Harry obliged without question and continued on their daily walk without giving voice to his troubled thoughts. Hermione linked her arms through his and gave a small understanding smile. They arrived at Harry's cottage once again sometime later with Harry entering through the front door in his customary way.
"I miss him dearly, Hermione. How do I go on without the other half of my soul?" Harry asked for the hundredth time.
"One day at a time until it becomes a little easier," Hermione replied one more time. "Just one day at a time."