Regrets
"Do you regret having me, mum?" The child with wild black hair looked up at her mother.
"Why do you say that?" asked Hermione, crouching down to enfold her daughter in a warm hug.
"Some of the kids at school say you were too young to really know what you wanted, and now you're stuck with me. Am I an inconvenience?"
"No sweetie, you could never be an inconvenience. You're the best thing that ever happened to me." Hermione told her seriously, resolving to have a chat with the headteacher. "And I'll never regret falling in love with your father."
"But he's dead!"
"And he died fighting so you could grow up in a safer world, and that's a true cause. I'm sure he doesn't regret his decision, up in heaven."
"But he left us alone."
"You're not alone; you have me!" Hermione smiled, and took her hand. "Now, what do you say about getting ice cream?"
"Yay!" The child yelled, and ran off to fetch the floo powder.
Hermione looked around Grimmauld Place with a sad smile. "Thank you, Harry." she murmured to the silent house, and followed her daughter.