The echo of what seemed like a dream was all she had left of him. But she would hold on to it like a promise, because nothing else mattered. Hermione ran a hand over her chest and a cold wave washed over her. Her lips parted with a sigh and her icy breath fogged the mirror in front of her. The mist spread out coating the surface with a thin veil of frost. Words began to appear with a distinctive calligraphy she knew too well. 