"Hello, Astoria. It's me, Hermione, and your daughter. I call her Bea, but you called her Arabella. I made Arabella her middle name for you. Um, Draco and Blaise send their best." She paused and fiddled with her ring. "We never really talked, but I knew your sister, and I knew of you. And I wouldn't have known what to say then, and I don't know what to say now, only that I... I owe you everything. I owe you my family, my home, my heart. I wish I could thank you for being so brave and bringing Bea into the world. But I also wish it could have been different for you. This shouldn't have been your story, and it shouldn't have been mine. I should have been able to have children of my own, and you should be here."