Chapter 5: Mrs. Weasley
Dear Mrs. Weasley,
I want to thank you for everything you've done for me. I didn't know what to expect when I came to stay at the Burrow for the first time. I didn't need to be worried, though. You welcomed me with open arms and stuffed me full of your delicious food.
There were a few times when I wasn't sure if you believed in me, but it always turned out just fine.
I could not have asked for a better woman to be a mum to me, especially after my own was unable to remember me. I can't thank you enough for that. I love you, Mum.
Love from,
Hermione
P.S. Enclosed is my mum's recipe for peach cobbler. It's been passed down in my family for nearly eight generations and I must say it's my absolute favorite. Please, accept this as my gift to you. I know of no one else better suited to carry on one of my family's traditions.
Mrs. Weasley held the letter to her chest and sobbed openly as she and her husband had their private moment with the unconscious Hermione. The matriarch was not ready to lose a daughter and she was finding it harder and harder to let go of the girl's small hand. How could she accept the loss of someone so kind? All she could do now, was watch as her surrogate daughter slowly faded away. She wished she could do more, but for now, guarding the gift Hermione gave her with her life would have to do.
