The last time he saw her was in the great hall after the Battle of Hogwarts. She was bruised, bloody, covered in dirt, and looked as if she hadn’t slept in months. Even outwardly appearing ragged and exhausted, she was a pillar of strength and comfort for those who had lost loved ones that day. He watched her as she sat with Weasley at one of the long tables that had managed to remain in one piece among the chaos, his hand in hers, his head on her shoulder as he finally succumbed to his grief and cried. Then, he watched her as she comforted Potter, who appeared distraught and inconsolable at the loss of their former Defence professor—Lupin was his name—and a woman with colourful hair whom he did not know lay next to him.