There was something emotional about sending their oldest one off to Hogwarts. Hermione couldn't place the feeling, couldn’t quite pinpoint the right emotion. After all, Scorpius had come along at a time in her life where looking back, she realised how much she really needed him. Needed Draco. It was true in so many ways how they had both filled this chasm in her chest; they made her feel whole again in a time when her life had been filled with so much misery. Though she had technically lost her parents and still had not figured out the magic or method to bring them back, that same familial need was met and surpassed tenfold times infinity with a love she could never have even fathomed to exist. 