A cut flower was all he left. She didn't understand. It was too dark to see even what kind of flower it was so she picked it up and carried it over to a window where the light of the moon was shining through brightly. Hermione gasped when she realized she was holding a single bluebell. In the light, she could see a tiny strip of parchment tied to the stem of the flower. The writing was so small it took a moment for her eyes to adjust enough to read. When they did, she felt her insides twist. She knew that handwriting very well. Only two words were scrawled in black ink.