Hermione breathed out. It was hard to breathe in her old age. She felt the soft covers of the bed beneath her as she shut her eyes tight. She didn't take another breath in.
She found it easy to breathe as she opened her eyes. She looked down at her body and the soft white dress she was wearing. She must have been young. Probably in her twenties. "Ron?" she called as she noticed the figure across the room. They were in a foggy version of their house in Godric's Hallow.
"Hermione," Ron said. She ran across the room and threw herself into his arms.
"I missed you so so much," Hermione said.
"I missed you too, Hermione," Ron said.
"Hey, where are we?" Ron asked.
Hermione laughed. "Don't you recognize our home? We lived here for twenty-three years."
"Is that what this is? It's so foggy." Hermione laughed. Good old Ron.
"We should go," he said.
"Go? Go where?" Hermione asked.
"To the place where they're waiting for us."
Hermione smiled. "I can't wait."