Timing is Everything
In the garden, Hermione clung to me. My heart was too overwhelmed with the sensation of holding her again that I didn't notice the near-torrential rain falling down upon us.
"I thought you were dead." Hermione quietly remarked.
"I thought so too." I reached out an unsteady hand to Hermione's face. "I have such rotten timing…"
"It's never a bad time to come back to life. All I ever wanted was for you to return."
Every word hurt. My stammered words of apology were inadequate.
"It d-doesn't matter. You're alive."
It did matter. I was too late.
Hermione was married.
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