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Spoiler Alert: This chapter contains spoilers for those who have not read or seen Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
Hermione stood before the mirror. She could see her brown eyes staring straight at her. Her golden hair lay flat on her shoulders, much different to the bushy hairstyle she used to sport. In the mirror, she could see the faint scar she had on her arm that read, 'mudblood'. She was forever labeled as a mudblood, the word etched into her skin, no longer able to hide it. But perhaps now, after the war, everyone learnt to accept everyone no matter their blood status.
Standing beside her in the mirror were her parents. Hermione had inherited her looks from her father and her personality attributes had been inherited from her mother. Hermione desired their love that she would, now, no longer receive. She knew that if she was ever going to see her parents again they wouldn't recognize her at all. Hermione was non-existent to them. But she knew it was for the best, for their protection. She imagined her parents were now happily settled in Australia.
Hermione stared at her reflection for a little longer and begun to notice that there was a relatively large crowd of people standing behind herself and her parents. Hermione creased her eyebrows and squinted as she looked closer into her reflection. She finally realized that the people were the fallen witches and wizards from the Battle of Hogwarts. They were both her friends and her acquaintances that stood behind her. Small tears trickled down Hermione's pale cheeks as the memories from the battle came flooding back.
The faces of all the fallen appeared in her head. The faces of Fred Weasley, Lavender Brown, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks and so many more. She desired them all to be alive. Hermione could no longer look at her reflection fearing that she would miss those faces that she loved, but lost, too much. She still hadn't accepted the losses, almost crying herself to sleep every night.
The past few years had been so traumatic for her and unfortunately the mirror only increased her sadness. But she knew that she was dearly loved by all of her friends and that the fallen had not died in vain. Hermione was grateful for those who still remained with her and at the very end of the day she would think of all the experiences she had had at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and she would smile.
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