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Sorry this chapter is sort of short. It's a prolouge of sorts.

She took out a book and gave a deep sigh. Leaning against the big tree she has spent the last eight years of her life being by, she looked around. leaves were falling, and those who were strong enough to stay on the tree were turning a sharp orange color.

Hermione breathed in the smell of Autumn, relaxing as the familiar scents filled her. She needed relaxing because of the scene she had just left in the common room.

Ron was having a bad day. He took his potions practice N.E.W.T. and had gotten a 'poor' on it. He grimaced when he saw the "Outstanding" written on Hermione's.

So, seeing his little sister snogging his best friend passionately didn't really help matters.

Hermione barely made it out of the common room without seeing Ron explode. She pitifully glanced at Harry who was getting paler and paler with each second.

Hermione glanced down at her book, but was surprised to notice it was too dark outside to read anything. She put the book away sadly and looked out across the lake.

Somewhere in the distance she could see a tentacle lift out of the water, and thought of the Mer-People living their lives far beneath that.

By the tall trees of the Forbidden Forest a tall black gate enclosed large statues and stones. Hermione wanted to look away from there, forget the memories that lied within the confines, but for some reason she stood up and began walking towards it.

She hadn't been to the cemetary that held the bodies of those who had fought and died in the war since the funeral for Tonks and Lupin. Nobody ever went to the cemetary anymore, really. It just re-opened healing wounds.

But Hermione felt that those lying in there deserved more respect than that.

As she approached the gate Hermione held her breath in anticipation. She couldn't cry. She needed to be strong- for herself and those she was mourning.

Hermione opened the gate slowly and flinched at the creaking noise it gave. It was eerie to be out in a cemetary at night. Before she began walking around, she pulled her wand out and trasfigured a couple of sticks into boquets of flowers.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and began walking around. At each grave she placed a flower with care over their name.

Even when she came across the name Vicnent Crabbe, she placed a flower on his grave and said "I'm Sorry." He made bad choices in life, and now he's dead for it.

"What goes around comes around." Is what Ron said when they read in the prophet about Crabbe's Funeral. Hermione had pursed her lips at him, but he just stuffed his face with a giant sausage.

Next she reached Collin Creevey and she had to bite her lip to keep herself from crying. "You had the best pictures I ever saw." As she leaned down to place a flower on his grave she noticed a wearing picture magicaly glued to the grave. It was a picture of Collin and his brother Dennis hugging and laughing.

Hermione smiled sweetly and ignored the prickling in her eyes as she moved on to two graves laid right next to each other.

She sat down between the two graves and put a whole boquet on each one.

Nymphadora Tonks

Hermione looked at the grave and didn't stop the tears that streamed down her face. She pointed her wand at the flowers and turned them a hot pink color. Hermione thought that that color best described the eccentric woman she had become so fond of.

She turned towards Lupins grave and gave it a watery smile as if he were sitting right next to her.

"Teddy's doing really well." She told them. "Harry loves the little guy. Buy's him tons of presents. He'll probably be the most spoiled kid in the world."

She could almost hear their laughter. Tonk's an almost obnoxious, guffawing snort and Lupin's, a chuckle that showed the twinkle in his eyes that was ever present in his days as a Maruader.

"When we graduate I think Harry's going to ask your mother for permission to let him live with him, Tonks."

She wiped the tears from her eyes and the unpleasant snot running from her nose. She walked around more graves, transfiguring more flowers and finally stopping at another close name.

She was already crying from Lupin and Tonk's, so she figured a little bit more wouldn't hurt.

Frederick Gideon Weasley

Son, Brother, and Mischief Maker

"So many tangles in life are ultimately hopeless that we have no appropriate sword other than laughter."

Hermione began to put the boquet of flowers down, but stopped herself. Fred wouldn't want flowers on his grave. He would want something much simpler. So Hermione gave a watery smile and began talking to the grave.

"So, today I came out running of the common room in the need to get away from Ron's anger." She rolled her eyes. "You know how he gets."

"The git had blown up at seeing Ginny and Harry." Hermione said with little bursts of laughter coming out. "He had also gotten a "P" on the potions exam."

She closed her eyes and smiled as she imagined Fred's laughter. It was loud- but not obnoxious in any way; It had a warm feeling to it. Right now, it almost sounded real.

Hermione tensed.

This laugh was too real. There was no way her mind could conjure that laugh so vividly; And then suddenly it stopped.

"George?" Asked Hermione in the bravest voice she could muster. When there was no reply she quickly turned around and looked for someone or something hiding. When she could find nothing suspicious she turned around taking a breath of relief.

Then she gave out a little scream at the vision if front of her.

"Hullo Hermione," Fred said casually, "How's life been treating you?"

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