Astoria Malfoy noted the curious way her son never took his eyes off the Potter heiress as he bent down to placed a kiss on her knuckles but did not dwell on it further for she was being drawn into a memory of another blonde man whose doting affections never wavered from the moment he had unintentionally stumbled upon her in the same gardens during one of their social gatherings.

"Mr. Malfoy, the Potter family has asked us to inform you that Lily Potter has passed away yesterday." Scorpius let the words curl itself into little tongues of regret and guilt at his feet, watching as it consumed his entire being. Gone. How smoothly it forms in the mouth. How lightly it falls off the tongue. How violently it dismantles the heart.

Hermione disapparated and landed in the small cemetery of Godric's Hollow where Lily and James Potter, Remus and Tonks Lupin, Molly and Arther Weasley, Sirius Black were buried. There was another buried here that Hermione had come to visit. His grave was at the end of the row. Hermione knelt down slowly by the grave and brushed the snow and overgrown fauna off the surface.

A one-shot of Harry in his second year where Lily and James are still alive.

Hermione huffed and thought that those two had done enough, it was time they had a taste of their own medicine. The moment that had attacked her homework was when things got a little personal.