"Ever has it been that love knows not it's own depth until the hour of separation"

Kahlil Gibran

Of all those passionate hearts, it was hers that stole my own. I cannot tell you exactly how, for if I had known, I might have avoided it all together. I'm not the sort that finds pleasure in pain and I never expected to find my way through the madness in her mind. I had only wanted to help. Call it a character flaw if you wish but I stand by it. I'm leaving these accounts behind in hopes that everything can then be properly explained.

I don't want my last words to be ones of fear but I am afraid, not of death but in dying without knowing if it was all worth it.

I'm sure Aberforth will know what to do with these entries once he's found them, if he survives. To whomever is reading this and you are not family, know I did whatever I could to help Harry in defeating Voldemort. My love of his once most faithful servant was merely happenstance.

And to you, Bella. If you are reading, I'm sorry I could not be by your side during this moment. I would have rather told you all about our adventures in person.

~Hermione