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The elderly lady patiently answered the questions her consulting doctor asked during the weekly visits, though she felt her memory was perfectly fine.
Yes, she and her husband retired in Australia years ago.
Yes, she knew that it was Christmas despite the heatwave.
No, they didn’t have children.
Then, her brow furrowed.
“Y’know, Dr. Malfoy… I’ve got one like that,” she said, pointing to the ring on her doctor’s writing hand.
The writing stopped.
“But… I gave it away one Christmas to my-”
The old lady blinked rapidly.
“My… Hermione, is that you?”
“Hello, mum,” her doctor whispered through tears.