May you please do one of Hermione talking to Godric's portrait after going back to her original time? Requested by bartholemew
"There's a portrait of father in the Castle." Diana bit her lip. She hoped her màthair would take the information well.
Hermione's hand paused, only slightly, as she reached for her tea. "Is that so?"
"Yes." Diana nodded. "I was thinking that you would like to talk to him?"
Looking out the window, Hermione sighed. How was she supposed to tell her daughter that a painting never could replace the person that once was. She knew about the portrait, she had visited the portrait. Fat lot of good that did her.
"Godric?" Hermione smiled when she saw him immortalized into a painting.
"Hermione." He bowed, but a smile never graced his lips. "You shouldn't have come here."
"What?"
"I am not what you seek." Godric shook his head. "I think you will waste away here."
Hermione scowled. "But your my husband, how could I waste away?"
"Do I feel like him?" Godric raised an eyebrow.
"No." Hermione looked away, a lone tear running down her face. "But you're all I have of him."
Godric shook his head. "No, I am in your memories. Those are more real than what you see before you. I am what is left after many years without you. I am not the man you knew, nor can I ever be."
"Màthair?" Diana's voice brought her back to the present.
"I have seen the portrait, and it is not your father." Hermione sighed.
"What do you mean?"
Hermione tear filled eyes met her daughter's dry ones. "While it is true his personality has been immortalized into a painting. It is static and can never change. This is not the father you knew, but one forged out a years of heart-ache and loneliness. And he wishes that we leave him alone."
Unlike her mother, Diana buried her face into her arms and wept loudly. She had thought that she had found her father in this time.
"I'm sorry." Hermione gathered her daughter into her arms and started rocking them back and forth.