[ She tightens her grip around him, breathing out sharply before she lets her eyes close tighter. It's hard, she knows, accepting death and pain, and all she can do is try to wrap herself around her friend and soothe his hurts with everything that she has inside of her. Hermione wants Remus to be happy, but right now all they can feel is shared pain and regret. ]

I know. I remember that. I remember how happy he was when he was home with us all, when he had us around - especially you. He missed you so much, Remus. [ She lifts her hand and threads her fingers through his hair, gentle brushes against his scalp, trying to soothe him and brush away his pain. When she leans back, she's frowning, her cheeks wet from her tears. ]

Remus, none of you could have known. Hindsight is the worst kind of pain, I know that. You couldn't have predicted what was going to happen - none of you could have. [ Her hand lifts, touching his cheek, slow and gentle and familiar. ] You didn't know.