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Jan 18, 2058
"Hermione jean Granger Potter"
September 19, 1878 - January 13, 2058
Forever Loved, Forever Missed
Near this grave in Godric's Hollow, another rests:
"Harry James Potter"
July 31, 1879 - May 2, 1898
Forever Loved, Forever Missed
Roughly 70 meters away from these graves, there's a small cottage where a 17-year-old girl has been silently sobbing into her pillow since her grandmother, Hermione Granger Potter, passed away. Her name is Rose Granger Potter, and she's not Hermione's blood-related granddaughter. In fact, they have no blood ties to the Potters either. You might wonder how this came to be. The explanation is simple: Rose father is adopted, but Rose Granger Potter doesn't know anything about it. For Rose Potter, Hermione Granger Potter was the ideal grandmother anyone could hope for. When Hermione passed away at the age of 80, Rose's heart shattered.
Rose wiped her red, puffy eyes with her sleeve and sniffled. She opened her door with a creaking sound and slowly made her way to a room she'd never entered before. This room was her grandmother's personal sanctuary, strictly off-limits to anyone without her knowledge. Rose is closest to her grandmother than her own parents but she had never dared to enter it before today, fearing her grandmother's gentle yet strict nature.
As Rose's heart pounded in her chest, she felt her entire body quiver with nervousness. Nevertheless, she wanted to enter. She needed to see it. So, with trembling hands, she slowly pushed open the door that had guarded her beloved grandmother's secrets for 59 years.
What she saw amazed her. The room was immaculate, every item in its proper place. There were bookcases lining whole one side of the room, filled with volumes of various sizes. Some bore titles, while others did not. They are all seems to place in alphabetical order.
She slowly ventured further into the room, her eyes drawn to a large framed photo of two people: her grandmother and her grandfather; Harry Potter. Surrounding it were numerous smaller framed photos, most of them featuring three individuals. Rose recognized all three of them; how could she not? They were heroes of the Wizarding had to read a whole history book about these three .While she had never met two of them, she knew who they were, particularly Her dead Grandfather, because her grandmother often spoke of him.
There is also large king size bed at one side of room . On the nightstand, there are many picture of thier whole Granger Potter family. And there is also a small framed single photo of Rose pinned in the wall near her large bed.
Her gaze shifted to a reading table and chair near the bedroom. Parchments still lay scattered across it. She attempted to decipher their contents but found herself baffled. Beneath the table, she spotted a drawer that she would never have dared to touch even in her grandmother's presence. With trembling hands, she slid it open and discovered two letters. One of them is sealed and another one has opened seal, it appeared old, as if it had been read numerous times, with handprints visible. Rose's curiosity surged. Why would she keep sealed letter? She chose the oldest, unsealed letter and began to read it.
May 1, 1998
Dear Hermione,
Before I begin this letter, I want you to know that you are the bravest, most beautiful, and loveliest person I have ever had the fortune to meet.
Before I start this letter, I want to apologize for being a very bad friend to you, for using you, for making you miserable, hurt, and alone during all those years at Hogwarts.
I know you may deny my claims about it, but I don't know if I will survive after the war is over. If the worst should happen, please don't mourn me for too long. Instead, celebrate the life we've lived, the battles we've won, and the love we've shared. Please don't hold back for my sake. I want you to be the happiest woman in the world. Find a good man who will appreciate, love, cherish, and adore you. You deserve all the attention and happiness life can offer. If you can't find the right man, just be yourself and do anything you want with the money I've left for you. I've made sure you have everything a potter could give in my last will.
You might wonder if I've gone mad or if I'm just trying to make you feel better, but I'm not. I want to thank you for everything you've done for me. You may not remember all the things you've done, but I remember everything, my friend.
In our first year at Hogwarts, you did something incredible for me. You broke the rules by setting Snape on fire, risking punishment to help me. You didn't reveal why you were first in the bathroom that day, even though you could have, and I'll forever be grateful for your loyalty. When we faced the challenges of the Philosopher's Stone, you knew the risks, yet you chose to come with me, offering your unwavering support. Your hope and encouragement during the potion riddle pushed me forward when I needed it most. You can't imagine how grateful I was for your loyalty back then. I don't know how to treat a friend because I was just the boy who raised in cupboard under the stairs. I didn't know what it felt like to have friends before I met you and Ron. You could have used me for fame because I was naive, but you didn't. You helped me understand everything and forced me to study. I might not have studied as diligently as you, but I always studied when you asked me to.
The second year was no less daunting, but you were there every step of the way. During the Parseltongue fiasco, you supported me and stood by me when others doubted. You brewed the polyjuice potion even though you knew you'd be expelled from Hogwarts if someone found out. I remember your words about your fear of expulsion being greater than the fear of death in your first year. You helped me solve the Basilisk puzzle, an act of bravery that Hogwarts can never repay. And when I was plagued by uncertainty and fear, you were the first person to embrace me, offering comfort that I'll always treasure. I could still feel the warm that flow from your embrace.
The third year is the most regrettable year for me. I don't know why you never stopped being friends with me. The Firebolt incident, even though you knew it might strain our friendship, you tries to save me. I want to apologize for not talking to you. I never give you a clarification why I felt betrayed. Now I am giving you because no one has ever given me a gift so economical and fancy as Firebolt. I always get leftovers from Dursley as gift . I was just hurt that you didn't say anything before giving it directly to McGonagall. In the Shrieking Shack, you put yourself in front of me just to save me. You said, 'You'll have to go through me if you want Harry.' I never thought anyone could be that willing to die for me besides my parents. If Sirius was really a killer,you could have died on the spot. But you are ready to die for me. Again You broke the rules to save Buckbeak and Sirius, even though you didn't enjoy flying. You knew we could have killed ourselves if we had made a simple mistake with the time , but you still accompanied me to save him.
In our fourth year, your belief in me meant more than I can express. In my heart, you've created a deep well of gratitude in just one year. You never doubted me, even when others did. You tirelessly worked to mend the rift between Ron and me; you were always the peacemaker. Your unwavering support during the Triwizard Tournament and the dangerous tasks was the cornerstone of my strength. You sacrificed sleep and studies to help me, a debt I can never repay. Your commitment to S.P.E.W. and equal rights, even in the face of ridicule, shows your incredible sense of justice and compassion. I've never known a person as determined as you. You are the best person in the wizarding world. I know some people may disagree with this statement. Some people say you want to change the wizarding world into your own Muggle style,you use your own rules without understanding the traditions of the wizarding world. Yes, they could say that to you, but don't worry; you did what you knew. You only knew what they had shown you. The wizarding world shows injustice when you give them answers.
The fifth year was tumultuous, filled with pain and confusion. You endured my anger and frustration, even when it wasn't your fault. I cried and shouted at you at Grimmauld Place. You could have contacted me, but now I understand why you didn't. When we returned to school, you understood the importance of the D.A., creating a safe space for others to learn how to defend themselves and supporting my efforts to unite our peers. Most importantly, your bravery in joining me at the Ministry, despite the potential trap set by Voldemort, demonstrated your unwavering dedication to me. You placed yourself in grave danger. You knew Voldemort might be waiting for us in the Ministry with many Death Eaters. You knew we had no chance of surviving if Voldemort was really there. But you came with me. You were always ready to die for me.
In our sixth year, I owe you an apology for the times I didn't ask how much you were hurting.I didn't ask about your health, especially after the Dolohov curse. I was blind to your pain and too caught up in my own struggles. I never thought about it that year. I was so selfish. You warned me about the dangers of the Half-Blood Prince's book. You always advised me not to use that book. If Draco Malfoy had died from that spell, I don't know what would have happened to me. I could have been sent to Azkaban. I'm deeply ashamed of that and want to beg for your forgiveness. You deserve so much more than I could ever offer. Your support, your companionship, and your unwavering presence were the pillars that held me up through the challenges we faced.
Lastly, you left Hogwarts in our final year for me. You gave up your Head Girl position, something you had always wanted to earn. You prepared everything for us before we left. You planned everything that could help us survive and move forward. In our final year, you made the ultimate sacrifice by erasing your parents' memories to keep them safe, just to come with me. You wanted them to send me away because they could have been used to find me. You could have gone with them, but you didn't. Thats shows that you are the most incredible and selfless person in the wizarding world. I don't think I would have choosen anyone over my parents. Your willingness to choose me over your own family is something I can never fully comprehend. You should be celebrated more than the "Boy Who Lived" but your sacrifices often go unnoticed. When you were tortured by Bellatrix in Malfoy Manor, you didn't reveal anything. You were once again ready to die for my cause. Your scream still haunts my dreams. But your meticulous preparations, your unwavering presence, and your constant support have carried me through the darkest times.
I know you had feelings for Ron, but you didn't choose him when he left us. You chose me over your love and your family. And I never chose you for anything. I didn't choose you when Ron made you cry at the Yule Ball; I didn't choose you during the Firebolt incident; I didn't chose you over the Potions book; I didn't asked about your well-being when I was monitoring Draco's movements in the Room of Requirement. I was too naive until today. I never knew there was a hidden gem waiting to be discovered right in front of me or may be I am just don't want to admit that you are gem. You gave me everything you could, but I didn't offer a single sincere thank-you in return. I am deeply ashamed of myself.
You are not just my friend, Hermione; you are my family. You are my mother, father, sister, My love and confidante. You are the rock upon which I've built my life. You've stood by me through every trial and tribulation, every triumph and defeat. You've been the source of my hope when all seemed lost. For your description, words are not enough. Nothing will ever be enough to describe you and your acts of selflessness.
Whether I make it through this battle or not, I want you to know that I love you, Hermione, with all my heart. You've been my saving grace, my confidant, and my greatest ally. If there's one thing I want you to hold onto, it's the knowledge that you are cherished beyond words. You've taught me to be brave, to stand up for what's right, and to never give up on my dreams. Your unwavering faith in me has been my greatest source of strength.
I again want to apologize for the times when I faltered and let doubt and fear cloud my judgment. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for any pain or frustration I may have caused you.
Thank you for everything, Hermione. You are a hero in every sense of the word, and I'm proud to have you as my family and Everything.
With all my love and gratitude,
Harry James Potter
Rose Granger Potter is reread the whole letter 3 times. Her heart shattered more at the word and depth of it. But she has gotten confused at some of its sentence. So clear her confusion she pick another letter and opened the seal of it.
May 2, 2000
My dear Harry,
It's been a total of two years since you left me. I miss you so much; I love you so, so much. I just want to hold you close to my chest and never let you go. I feel so lonely; I have no one to hold. I am all alone here.
I received your letter the day after you were killed. I wanted to write to you earlier, but I didn't know where to start or where to end. People praise me for being part of the Golden Trio for our victory. They say we won the war, but I lost everything in it. Kingsley is the new Minister. He wanted me to join the Department of Magical Creatures, but I declined, explaining that I needed some time for myself.
Harry, I forgive you, you fool. How could you ever think I wouldn't forgive you? You were my first friend in the whole world. You were also my rock upon which I built my entire life. I would leave everyone behind for you, even if I had to do it all over again. You are my family, too. I spent the first five months after you left, crying and wallowing in my room. But gradually, I've been recovering. It's a slow process, and it's so difficult. I was so angry with you for leaving me halfway, but then Gringotts contacted me. They insisted that the Black Vault should be used for the renovation of Gringotts. They also said that if I wanted to be the beneficiary of your will, I had to take the Potter family name. I had no problem with it, so I added Potter to my name. Since then, I've been Hermione Granger Potter.
To keep my mind off your death, I created a new organization called "C.A.R.E." (Campaign for the Actual Reintegration of Elves). Many people seem to pronounce S.P.E.W. the wrong way. I appointed Luna as its Chairwoman. With my influence and fame, house-elves are now treated with equality and respect. House-elves don't want to be freed, so I established this organization using the Potter family funds. I hope you would have supported this idea; I just went ahead with it.
You might not know, but Ron also died on that day. He was killed by Lucius Malfoy. The Weasleys distanced themselves from me after his death. I want to visit my parents and attempt to reverse their memory, but I don't think I can do it. I'm too scared, and I'm not sure what to do. Throughout our Hogwarts years, I always followed your orders, did what you wanted me to do. I did everything I could to ensure your safety. But now, I don't know what to do besides that. I had a whole plan to go to university for further studies and do something meaningful, but I don't have the energy for anything right now. I just want to be free from rules and regulations and leave Britain until I recover from the horrors of the war.
I used to think I loved Ron, but after his death, I questioned myself. If both of you were alive, and I had to choose between the two of you, I think I would have chosen him over you. I never thought I had romantic feelings for you; perhaps I knew deep down, but I never acted upon it or showed it. However, after your death, I miss you more than him. I constantly miss you more than anyone. I feel like a part of me has been forcibly torn away.
Once again, I want you to know that I miss you constantly. You are the right man who could have adored and loved me, but you left me here. I don't know I could love any other person as much as I did to you. Please wait for me until I can come to you.
Completely Yours,
Hermione Granger Potter
Rose Granger Potter gripped the letter tightly in her hand, her mind racing with a torrent of questions. Why had everyone been referring to her as the granddaughter of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger? Her parents had never mentioned this to her. Hermione Granger wasn't married to Harry Potter; she had only taken on the Potter name due to Harry's will. A profound sense of betrayal washed over Rose as she realized this wasn't even their family home; it wasn't where her true ancestry belonged. With a mix of anger and confusion, she threw the letter onto the table, and in frustration, she stormed out of what had once been her grandmother's room, slamming the door behind her.
A/N: I want to finish this as one shot but It will be 3 Chapter on this. Hope you enjoy it. Review and Suggest me what could I have to do to make it better.