Two weeks laterI held Emma on my lap, the rain matching our moods. We sat under a rain sheild, Hogwarts was rather dreary. She hadn't stopped crying since I owled her with what happened. I looked down as Emma looked up.

"Mummy?" She asked softly.

"Yes, love?" I said right back to her. She sighed and a tear rolled out of her eye and down her face. I wiped it away with my thumb.

"Why did it have to be Daddy?" She asked softly. "I know it was his destiny, but why did they kill him? Why?"

As I sat there tears rolled down my cheeks. Emma wiped them away with the sleeve of her robe.

"Well Emma... Do you want me to tell you? You know everything except one thing. A very important one thing." She nodded and I sighed. "Well long ago when Harry and I were fifteen, Sirius died." Emma nodded again. "Well at the end of the year Professor Dumbledore and Harry had a long talk. I didn't know about this until I was seventeen."

"Why didn't Daddy tell you? You were friends then, weren't you?" The innocent question brought tears to my eyes.

"Yes love. Harry and Uncle Ron were my two best friends, the closest I had, and Harry just needed time is all." The small girl nodded again. "Would you like to hear what he told me?" Emma bobbed her head.

I sank into my memories.

----Memories----

"Hey, Hermione?" Harry called after me after NEWT potions one day.

"Yes?" I asked waiting for my friend, my bag was rather heavy and I was starving.

"Can I talk to you about something?" Harry asked chewing on his lip. "I don't want to tell Ron yet." I nodded and we walked off down the hall. When we got to an empty classroom, Harry turned the knob and went in. After we were in, he shut and locked the door behind us.

Taking my hands he said "I hope your won't be mad at me for not telling you this but" he took off on a wild story of things I didn't know. "And then he told me a prophecy."This made me look up quickly.

"Go on." I said softly.

"This is what it said; 'THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES... BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES... AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT... AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES... THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES...'" Harry told me, unshed tears in his eyes. I had wrapped my arms around him and we stood there for a good half hour talking about the future and things to come.

----End Memories----

"I never knew that about Daddy." Emma said, her eyes wide. I nodded sadly.

"He knew he had to do this someday. He knew he had to and he did!" I said to my daughter, hugging her tight.

"I know Mummy. Thanks for telling me. It's your turn to speak though." Emma pointed out. I stood up and walked up beside the coffin.