Hermione was up late crying again. How could her life be over so soon? They were just getting started on their life together, they had just started their own family. She looked down into the crib beside their - her - bed at the tiny baby girl fast asleep in it. Baby Georgia Weasley, named for her father.
Hermione let out a muted sob, if only it had been someone else, anyone else. Even Harry or Ron would have been better than her husband. She shook herself, that was awful, she couldn't wish her best friends dead, not even to get her husband back. She hated herself for doing that. The worst part was that she knew she would swap their lives in a instant if it meant she would get her George back.
Baby Georgia sniffled and turned in her sleep, Hermione looked down at her child. She was such a potent reminder of George, they looked so alike, same eyes, same hair, same laugh.
Hermione knew that she had to go on with her life and move on from the death of her husband. She knew she would have help. But it still wouldn't be easy. She looked down once more at her little girl and whispered,
"We will get through this together. You never knew your father, but I will tell you so much of him, you will know what an amazing person he was, and you will grow up loving him as much as his family did and as much as I still do…"
