The woman looked around. All she saw was beauty. The pathway she was on was surrounded by flowers of every kind, magical and non magical. If she didn't know this place was actually a cemetery, she would have thought it was heaven. Everything looked vibrant and luscious, not dry and gloomy.
She walked for quite some time, just thinking and looking around. After a while she saw a bench under a nice big tree. She decided that she would be better off sitting and thinking rather than walking because her legs were starting to hurt.
While she was sitting on the bench she started thinking about past events. She was so involved in the memories, she didn't notice the steady flow of salty tears running down her face. She had lost so much in her short lifespan of only twenty years. Even the loss of her enemies somehow seemed to make her sad. She knew that crying would not bring them back or help her feel better, but she just couldn't help herself. While she was crying she dropped her head into her hands. It had become very heavy with the wiehgt of the added tears.
She had closed her eyes and was pressing her palms into her eyelids. Finally she opened her eyes when she thought she had dried her eyes out for good. Her head was still in her hands in her lap. She noticed something engraved on the front of the bench, but she couldn't read it at her angle.
She stood from the bench, carefully trying not to fall from shaking. She got slowly on her knees and wiped away the dirt from the plaque. When her eyes read the script she couldn't help but smile. She was even surprised herself that she was still smiling, but she just couldn't help herself. Hermione knew now why everything had happened the way it did and that everything was going to be alright. On the plaque read, "To Harry, from those of us who love you most. To all of your loved ones in return, Always remember."