Hermione, Hermione. You have nothing to be sorry about. It's not your fault. [He leans against her, and finds tears coming to his eyes despite himself. She's right about that, of course. He has loved, and loved so whole-heartedly that he nearly lost himself as well when he lost all of them. It was difficult, not to give up. There were times he came so close. And now...

He turns his face against her shoulder.] Padfoot looks just like him. Do you know that? The whole first month he was here, I kept thinking... [He trails off for a moment, shaking his head, before he says:] But it wasn't. It was just a dog. And he's lovely, I couldn't have asked for better, but I... [He misses him, with everything that he has.]