Hermione had chosen Theo as her man of honour for a reason. There was something about his presence in her life that made it infinitely better. Those few months without Draco and then Luna had made it so that Theo was the only person who was able to bring her down from the precipice of panic, other than her soulbond of course. Having him walk her down the aisle and then stand beside her was in her opinion, the next best thing to having her own father do it. There was so much pain inside her when her brain drifted to her parents and their new lives without her in it. It was both good and bad that she was the brightest witch of her age because yes, her memory charm had worked but also it had worked too well. There was no hope in her parents ever remembering they had a daughter, or so the healer she had employed had told her two years ago when the war had finished. Instead, she kept them present in her memories and the small number of photos she had tossed into her beaded bag all that time ago when she walked out of her family home for the last time with Kingsley.