Hermione Granger-Weasley sighed deeply as she slowly made her way through the cemetery that was put on the Hogwarts grounds after the first war with Voldemort. It housed many families such as the Bones, the Prewetts, and the Potters. All casualties of the first war. But they weren't the reason she was here. No, she was here to see those that she had gotten to know throughout her fifteen years in the wizarding world. Her childhood friends and then her comrades during the second war.
After walking for what felt like forever she finally stopped and knelt down in front of a tombstone. It had only been placed there five years ago but it felt like an eternity. Reaching a shaking hand toward the etched words she lightly stroked the engraving. Harry James Potter: Born: July 31, 1980 Died: June 20, 1998. In smaller writing were the words: Died after saving the world, we can never thank you enough.
Tears streaming down her cheeks she kissed her fingers tips before once again stroking the engraving. "I miss you so much, Harry"
"We all do," came another voice from behind. Hermione whirled around from where she was kneeled down and gave a sigh of relief when she saw it was only her colleague, Professor Minerva McGonagall, the new Headmistress of Hogwarts. She had gotten the position when Dumbledore had died just a month after the final battle. He had seen the wizarding world safely through the war and could now go on to his next big adventure.
Hermione nodded, wiping her eyes with back of her hand, and stood up once more. Surveying the cemetery she sighed once more. "There are too many here," she remarked, fingering the green ribbon that had magically placed on Harry's grave to symbolize that he died during the war. The same ribbon was on every grave on the lot. Almost. There were a few sprinkled here and there of Hogwarts alumni professors who died during their time as professors. "Way too many."
"Yes, there are," McGonagall agreed. She looked down fondly at Harry's grave. "Though you have to think that he's happy up there being back together with his parents and godfather. I'm sure he's just waiting for you and Ron to join him."
Hermione nodded. Yes. She was sure he was happy where he is. Though that didn't make her miss him any less or her heart hurt any less.
"Come on, Hermione. There is a staff meeting we have to get to," McGonagall said, slipping an arm around the younger witch's shoulders.
As they walked away, Hermione cast one more look at her friend's grave and whispered, "Happy Birthday, Harry."