[ Hermione's arms sink around him more, tighter, squeezing him and drawing him closer. She can understand, as much as anyone, how he feels. The horrible feeling of memories of people, knowing that you'll never see them again, that their lives have been ended so quickly like a blown out candle. There are so many people that deserved a thousand chances at better lives, at better things, and there's no way to bring them back. There's no way to fix the past, only to try and do something with the future.
She breathes in, fighting back her own tears before she moves, almost falling into his lap as she grips at him tighter. They're the same, in some ways, having lost their friends and their allies, the people they loved, but Remus had lived two wars. He, like her, loved so violently and so passionately that it made her ache to think that it was cruel how well they could understand one another's heartache. ] I know. I - I know. I'm sorry.
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[ Hermione's arms sink around him more, tighter, squeezing him and drawing him closer. She can understand, as much as anyone, how he feels. The horrible feeling of memories of people, knowing that you'll never see them again, that their lives have been ended so quickly like a blown out candle. There are so many people that deserved a thousand chances at better lives, at better things, and there's no way to bring them back. There's no way to fix the past, only to try and do something with the future.
She breathes in, fighting back her own tears before she moves, almost falling into his lap as she grips at him tighter. They're the same, in some ways, having lost their friends and their allies, the people they loved, but Remus had lived two wars. He, like her, loved so violently and so passionately that it made her ache to think that it was cruel how well they could understand one another's heartache. ] I know. I - I know. I'm sorry.