56. November
They're walking around London on a bright sunny November day, the crispy air cold but not too cold.
Ron is holding Hugo's hand and she's holding Rosie's. They are approaching the tower of London when their daughter stops next to her.
A river of right red poppies are flowing in front of them.
"Look at all the pretty poppies mum!" Rose says enthusiastically as she points at them.
Hermione and Ron share a look. For muggles, the poppies only represents the fallen warriors and veterans of World War I, but Hermione can't shake the memories of the war they fought 16 years ago. She squeezes her husband's hand.
A minute pass, through which she mournfully remembers the fallen, before her daughter grabs her hand asking why there is so many poppies.
She explains the muggle war that happened a hundred years ago and instantly, their too bright eight years old daughter understands what it also means to them.
They haven't talked much about the Wizarding War, but Rose is aware that they fought in it and that her uncle died during the battle, so did Teddy's parents.
The child gets somber all the sudden, and in that instant Hermione wishes her daughter could stay small and innocent forever. It doesn't surprise her when she asks to have her own poppy attached to her coat.
"To remember uncle Fred, and Teddy's parents," she declares seriously, "and for you and dad."
It amazes her that children can reach such a deep understanding on such awful events. Later that night, Rose asks question about the Wizarding War. Hermione does her best to explain what happened, and how Ron, Harry and her fought for what was right.
As she kisses her daughter goodnight, Hermione sees the poppy pin on Rose's bedside table. She silently thanks all the people who fought for their freedom.
That night, nightmares will haunt her, but they will only be that. Nightmares.
