the_debt_of_time

"The Pain Relief Potion should have helped," he said, worried. "Your ribs were
badly bruised as well. I can get a salve for―"
"Not there. Feels cold. Right.. ." Her fingertips brushed lightly over the hollow of
her throat, slowly fluttering down over her heart.
Remus swallowed hard. He knew that pain. The pain of a broken bond—missing
magic. She felt something missing, and she had not even known that she had it this whole
time.
"Hermione, I didn't save him. Sirius died, and... Hermione, I'm so sorry."
"Ralph Waldo Emerson," she muttered, nearly incoherently.
"What's that?"
'"It is the secret of the world that all things subsist and do not die,'" she began but
never finished her thought as her eyes finally shut, and she fell into a deep sleep.
"'But only retire a little from sight and afterwards return again,'" Remus finished the
quote and swallowed hard, looking down at the little witch with wide eyes.