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A lot of words and phrases have been used to describe the sobbing woman on the floor.
Head girl, smartest witch of her age, Ron Weasley's ex, Ginny and Harry Potter's best friend, godmother to Lily Potter, Luna Malfoy's Maid of Honor, Charlie Weasley's wife, the list goes on.
She lay curled in a fetal position, she had run out of tears and now her body continued to sob as she stared at a frame clutched in her shaking hand. It had a picture of her late husband, it was of their first date. Harry had snuck the picture when Charlie had planted a light kiss on the woman's waiting lips and she didn't hesitate to deepen it. She remembered how proud Harry had been to give this to her as her wedding gift.
She softly traced the line of the redhead's jaw and closed her eyes. She opened them and saw the woman she had been before he was killed and knew she would never be that woman again. Hermione Granger had become blank.