Hermione Granger looked at the crackling fire and thought about her past life as a child who was on the run from a serial murderer. How she and her two friends fought hard for their lives as they grew up. The trauma that they dealt with. How Ron wasn’t strong enough like her to cope with it and choosing to end his life. How Harry decided to leave England to start afresh in Australia with Ginny and their ever growing brood. Hermione learned to deal with the cards she was given. All those thoughts drew a tear from her brown eyes.
The gentle hands of Narcissa Malfoy caressed the bushy mane belonging to the brightest witch of her age whilst the strong arms of Lucius Malfoy held her. The Malfoys were holding Hermione and she was ever grateful for them.
All she felt was love and acceptance as well as a chance to start over. With Lucius and Narcissa. As a trio who love each other with gratitude that they fought through the trauma of their past.