Hermione was sitting alone in her sitting room. A small fire was smoldering in her fireplace. Her tea had gone cold before she had even getting around to drinking it. She sat in her pink armchair facing her late husband's. It was only five days after his death, and his children, his pride and joy, were back at school. It took much persuasion from her aunt to get Rose to go back to Hogwarts. In the end she, her brother, and her two closest cousins returned to school the day after the funeral. Hermione felt like a hypocrite, making her children go back to school when she would not go back to work. It's not that she didn't want to, she couldn't. She could bot bring herself to get out of the house. She kept hoping someone would force her, like Harry. She knew he would bot though. He was being so kind, so strong, for her. He tried to never show his sorrow in front of her, but she caught him. After the funeral, when everyone was leaving, she saw him kneeling in front on the headstone, weeping. He turned his head around to see the stone that belonged to his parents. "What am I going to do?" he whispered to them. He never knew them, but they were still his parents. He turned back and put his hand on the headstone, an read the words, but he added, "And friendship never dies." He rested his forehead on the cold, gray marble and sobbed. Ginny found him and comforted him. They got up off the ground and took one final look at the grave. They then went to look for Hermione. She didn't tell them she saw all of that. She appreciated all that the Potters were doing for her and her remaining family. Without them, she knew she would not be able to handle it.
The fire suddenly sparked abnormally loud. She knew what that meant. Someone was coming through the Floo Network. The flames suddenly turned emerald green and shot up very tall. The figure of Harry appeared in the flames and he stepped out into the room. "Hermione, how are you?" he asked with so much compassion she wanted to cry. "I'm fine, how are, things at the Ministry?" she said trying to be strong, but Harry saw right through it. He knew she was trying so he did what he thought was best and pretended to believe that she was fine. "That's actually why I came. You know Dean has been working on this case from the beginning. He needs you to come down and tell him everything you remember. Do you think you can do that?" "Yes."
Harry took Hermione's elbow and apparated them directly into Dean Thomas's office. Dean was reading something intensely and looked up when they appeared. "Hermione, how are you?" "I've been better. You need my knowledge again? Feels like school." "Haha, I suppose yes," Dean said, trying to be gentle, "What do you remember?" He took out a notepad and his quill. "Well, it was cold, I was shivering. Ron hadn't wanted me to come because he thought it was too dangerous," she got choked up, "The alley was very dark, and you couldn't see where the doorways were on the buildings. Harry was in front of me because the alley was so narrow. I was in the middle between them. I heard him say the curse but it was so soft and nonchalant I thought Ron had just mumbled something behind me. I only knew when the green light appeared and I felt Ron fall. I didn't get to see the murderer." As she was talking, Dean wrote many notes. "Thank you so much," Dean said very excited, "I've got to go put these in the record. You two can go home if you want. It's been slow here except for this. We won't be needing anyone." "Okay." Harry said rubbing Hermione's back comfortingly. Dean then left. Harry turned to Hermione, "Do you want to come to my house? Ginny has been wanting to see you." "Sure, but can we use the Floo Network, I don't think I can apparate anymore today." "Fine by me."
Harry and Hermione made there way to the lift. They opened the door and grabbed the handels. They went down two floors and someone else got in, Draco Malfoy. He went to stand next to Hermione. " I'm sorry for you loss," he said to her, "I know what it's like to loose someone you love." About six months earlier, Draco's wife Astoria died in St. Mugos, leaving Draco one son who was in the same year as Rose and Harry and Ginny's son, Albus. He was actually a nice boy. He was sorted into Ravenclaw, like his mother was. Draco waved his wand and produced some flowers for Hermione. He handed them to her, " If you need anything, I'm here to help." There was silence until Harry and Hermione got out on the main floor. Not stony or akward silence, comfortable silence, and everyone was content with their own thoughts. Harry and Hermione exited the lift. Hermione turned and looked at Draco, "Thank you," she said, "I might just take you up on that." he nodded to her and closed the door and made his way down to the Department of Mysteries.