Chapter Two
"Hey, Hermione?" A six-year-old Draco sniffled quietly. He was dressed all in black and his normally smiling face was pulled down in a frown.
"Yes, Draco?" Came the equally subdued reply from his best friend. She too was dressed in black, though her dress was much prettier than his little suit.
"Why do people die?" He asked while big fat tears rolled down his face steadily.
For once, Hermione didn't respond right away. She had asked her daddy the same question only days before when Draco's mummy told them that his grandmother had passed away.
"Well, I think…" She paused when he looked at her with so much hope in his sad, bloodshot silver eyes. "I think it's because they've done all they need to do here and they're needed someplace else. They have things to do there that they wouldn't be able to do here."
"Where?" He whispered.
At this Hermione shrugged. She wasn't sure.
"Heaven, maybe? Or maybe…maybe when someone dies they come back as someone else? To do bigger and better things?" Hermione didn't like her answer and liked it even less when Draco began crying in earnest.
"I want my grandmother back. She had plenty left to do with me," he cried.
"I know," Hermione sniffled, two big tears making their way down her cheeks. "I know, Draco. I'm so sorry."
The two small children rested against each other while they cried. One for his lost family member and the other for her best friend's grief. It was a long while before either of them spoke once more.
"Hey, Hermione?" Draco whispered before resting his head on her shoulder.
"Hmm?" She responded while grabbing his hand.
"You always make me feel better. Thank you," he murmured.
"You're welcome, Draco." Her smile could have lit up the world.