He was all she had had whether he had known it or not.
~*~
Hermione Granger tightly held on to the small bronze locket around her neck. The last she had of his emerald eyes sat within it. She had told him that he shouldn't go, that Ginny needed him. She wish she had told him the she had needed him. Hell, she still needed him. The others had nearly forgotten him. Ron mourned with her for the longest but, stopped visiting after a decade of so.
May Second. It was May second. It had been fifty long years since she lost him. And she be finally come to terms with the fact that he wasn't coming back. That Harry Potter was dead.