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“It’s time, mum.” With a deep breath and swipe under her eyes, she squeezed the still-warm hand of her husband, wishing it would squeeze back.
Hermione left a final shaky kiss against his parted lips, muttering, “I can't.”
Both her children held her tightly, sobs threatening to break free from her seizing chest watching as Remus was released off magical life support.
When his chest collapsed for a final time, she broke, knees buckling. However, just as the arms around her tightened she felt his warm embrace, inhaled his chocolate and woodsy scent, and knew that ‘this too shall pass’.
