Hermione wanted to be left alone. She needed time to digest all the events of the last days. So she remained with the only person that would never speak to her anymore. Professor Severus Snape. She would not miss his scathing remarks, but she would surely miss his deep, silky voice.
He was peaceful now and she truly wished he had found peace at least. She was caressing his face gently, marveled by the softness of his raven hair, when she heard someone entering the room. She turned her head and saw a woman that looked familiar to her, coming to her.
Hermione gasped. She recognized the woman at once. She had seen her in an old issue of the Daily Prophet last year, when she had found the truth about the Half-Blood Prince.
Eileen Prince Snape was standing in front of her. She had the same features as her son, long, straight, black hair, a sallow face, dark eyes. She just looked older.
“I’ve been told my son was here…”