It was her thirtieth birthday today. For a decade she'd been stuck in the past, a decade since she'd been burdened with this delapitating hole in her chest, the hole that could only be filled by Harry and Ron. Her eyes slid closed. "Thank you, Master Wright," she said quietly. When the door clicked shut, Hermione released a shaky breath and a tear slid down her cheek, landing on the parchment.