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i watched them grow from annoying little babies into small people, and gods, it was beautiful. my family. her family, really, but my family. my familiars.
i’m tired, though. i think she knows, hermione, that is. i think she’s been able to tell for a while that i’ve been holding on. he’s not sure though. draco doesn’t want to admit it to himself, but we’ve grown to love each other.
watching hermione grow up through a war, getting her heart broken and then falling in love again, my proudest moments - no. my proudest moment was watching her bring her children home, introducing me to the new members of the family when they were born.
i remember sitting on hermione’s belly when they were being created. scorpius was a kicker, he would kick at me at every opportunity. lyra would press her hands against the walls when i purred, reaching for me.
she would still reach for me when she cried at night.
i dont want to leave them, but merlin, i’m so, so tired.
i went to draco first, lounging on his chest, purring under his chin as he stroked me. he looked into my eyes and nodded, his eyes brimming with tears. he kissed me on the head and it took everything in me not to bite his pointy nose.
i then went to scorp, who played with me one last time, before telling me he would see me tomorrow as he went through the floo to harry’s house.
lyra was reading, so i curled up on her lap for one last bedtime story nap. i loved those moments.
i went to hermione last. i didn’t want to, but i had to. my joints were so achy, i was walking slower than usual. she told me i looked tired, so she picked me up and held me against her, her fingers knotting in my fur as my eyes closed. she was breathing fast, telling me it would all be fine, telling me she loved me. i tried to tell her, i tried to use my voice, but it croaked.
my voice box wouldn’t work, and i got so frustrated, she had to know i loved her. she told me she knew, she told me she knew and it was okay. she told me not to strain myself as we walked to the sofa where draco was sat, and i was readjusted to be on her lap, but i wanted to be close to her heart.
i wanted her heartbeat to send me flying, send me to my new place. my better place.
a bad saying, i think. why would i want to go somewhere better than my home? where hermione loved me, and draco pretended he didn’t, and lyra read books to me whilst scorpius showed me his new tricks on his baby broom.
i felt something wet hit my head, hermione was crying. if i had the energy, i’d cry, too, but i didn’t. i was so tired. maybe just a small nap, and then i would truly say goodbye.
i closed my eyes and i felt myself drift off, the last thing i heard was hermione sob, and i tried to wake up, but i couldn’t.
it felt weird, like i was being lifted away, and then i saw her, i saw her from above, as she crumpled over my body, her shoulders shaking as draco’s hand covered his mouth but he tried to comfort her.
i love you.
i love you.
i love you.
you’ve always been my golden girl.
i love you.