Character: Hermione
Warnings: Referenced Character Death
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 232
Summary: A parent should never have to bury their child.
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Fanfiction Perfumers Competition: Versace - guava - Hermione Granger.

Open Category Competition 2: Category Used – Angst

Procrastinated United Competition III

As Much As You Can Competition

Represent the Character II

Parents should never have to bury their own children. That was a fact of life, but unfortunately the logic didn't always make it true.

As Hugo's casket was lowered into the ground, Hermione sobbed heartbreakingly, wishing it was all just a bad nightmare. Wishing that if she pinched herself, she would wake up, cuddled close to Ron as he snored, piercing her eardrums with the volume of it. Alas, it wasn't a dream.

Ron held her, trying to comfort her through his own pain, but nothing would make it better.

Hugo's death was so normal. There wasn't a Dark Lord after him or anything of the sort. It was an illness that had no cure. Something so mundane.

But that something so mundane took her child away, her youngest child, her only son, and Hugo would never be come back. He'd never smile with his dimples showing or play a prank on his big sister again. He'd never ask so many questions that Hermione developed a headache or smile charmingly at Dominique.

He'd never smile at all.

Rose clung to Hermione, and she did her best to swallow her own pain and comfort her daughter. After all, Hermione was a mother first, and right now, her daughter needed her.

Their family was like a puzzle with a missing piece. And that last piece would be forever missing and the puzzle forever broken.