Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley reluctantly walked up to the burrow. Mrs. Weasley had kindly restored their memories, but their task was not an easy one. They were about to tell them that their little girl was dead. All the doubts they had had the past few hours were gone. This made them realize how important Hermione was, again. And to see more sorrow, was utterly awful.

"So you're telling me that Hermione has tampered with my memories while she was out alone searching for some rare things, and she could have been killed?" Mrs. Granger asked angrily.

"Yes, and Harry- and R-Ron have.." Mrs. Weasley began , searching frantically out the window.

Just then Ron walked in with Harry.

'' Ron dear, come and tell Mrs. Granger the news." Mrs. Weasley softly.

"Hermione is..." Ron began, tears starting to form in his eyes.

"dead." Harry finished, also fighting the tears stinging his eyes.

"Dead...?" Mr. Granger began, his face falling. Tears were flowing from his eyes. "My little girl?"

Mrs. Granger's reaction was the same, if not worse. Her face went pale and a shaking had touched her heart.

"M-m-my Her-r-r-mione ?" She stammered, in utter shock. Her heart flew back to those days of playing in the sun, those winter days in the snow. And then she remembered the bad times, when she had screamed at her, or embarassed her, and a tear fell from her eye.

Harry felt his heart sink lower. He had tried to shake off the tremendous pain that came to him after losing Hermione, and now it had been rekindled. All the things they hadn't done, all the things she could never do. Hermione would never live to see 20, or 30, or even 18. She would never have the dream wedding she had always hoped for, or the little children that she spoke so fondly about.

Ron had come to the realization that it would take months, maybe even years to see hermione through the ressurection stone. After all it had taken Sirius so long, at least according to Harry. He had deep regrets about leaving her alone for so long. He still felt a few pangs of guilt that he had never spoken his true feelings. He had never followed through his plan to tell her the truth, how he really felt. He was quite sure none of them could get past this mess.

Mrs. Granger broke the silence after a long period of time. "Has the funeral been held?' She asked.

"Yes. We meant to wait for you, but they buried all the people a few hours after the war."

"How did she go?" Mrs. Granger asked softly, tears coming to her eyes.

"It was very fast. Bellatrix, an enemy, killed her with a curse that killed her instantly. But before the war, she said that she meant to restore your memories, and tell you the truth. But she didn't make it." Harry answered. Reassuring them was like reassuring himself. And that was exactly what he needed right now.

"Why don't we each write a speech and have another ceremony? We wrote letters to Fred, for his funeral, and it would be a shame if we didn't for Hermione. " Mrs. Weasley suggested.

"I think we should. Everyone can say something about her, and we can build a memorial." Mrs. Granger agreed. "It will help us get our mind off this terrible time."

Mr. Granger composed himself. "Did she leave a letter or anything?"

"She may have. I'll check her bag." Harry answered, a sliver of hope coming to him.

He pulled out Hermione's beaded bag from his sock and opened it. He saw four envelopes that hadn't been there before. One was titled Harry, another was titled Ron, one was for The Grangers, and the last one was for the Weasleys. Harry handed around the letters and opened his.

Harry,

I wrote this after that...incident at Malfoy Manor. It made me realize how close I was to death, and all the things I still have to do. I wish we had had more time to do more things, but I will always love you, forever. Please move on, and don't mourn me. I am sure I will be very happy, and hey, maybe I'll meet your mum! I miss you!

Love,

Hermione

Harry felt tears coming again. When would he see Hermione again?

Mrs. Granger said softly, "Lets also read our letters at the ceremony. We will call all her friends and family and have them write a speech. Then we shall build a memorial and display our letters there."

"It's only been two days without Hermione, and I feel so alone." Harry confessed.

"Me too." Ron agreed.

Mr. Granger slowly spoke. "Hermione wanted us to move on. I think a second ceremony will help. We're all going through a terrible time right now. I understand how you feel Molly, and Arthur. I just wished I could say goodbye."

Mrs. Granger began to write.

Hermione was a truly amazing girl and daughter. She will be greatly missed forever. No one could forget her unique personality or her extraordinary brilliance. I have so many amazing memories with her, and I know wherever she is, she will be watching over me. I always thought the parents will go first, and watch over the kids, but in this case it is Hermione who will watch over me. There were a lot of things she never did, and it is a terrible time for all who knew or lived with her. No one can quite shake of the pain, the misery that we all feel after losing her. And I can not shake off the pain, the sorrow, and the lonelines I feel after losing my dear little Hermione.