She had always loved the smell of roses. They reminded her of summer; of times when life was simple and pleasant, of a time before life got so complicated and painful.

Over the years, roses had lost their meaning to her.

Being at Hogwarts for most of the year, concentrating on school and keep Harry alive had left her with little time to concentrate on the things she had enjoyed as a younger girl.

When she was at home with her parents, she would always sneak out of the house at night and go lay by the roses, inhaling their sweet scent. Roses, when mixed with the smell of a warm summer evening, had always triggered memories of her childhood. It had been her favorite scent growing up, and even now she missed.

But as she stood in the graveyard placing white roses on the grave of Cedric Diggory, the flower had a whole new meaning. The rose smelt of lost innocence, of bravery, and of tragedy. All around her she saw graves marked with roses; some red, some yellow, a bit orange and a lot of white. Each flower told a different story.

The red ones where always placed by those who had lost someone they loved. Every week Arthur Weasley would come and place a dozen red roses at the tombstone of his beloved wife Molly. Once a day, Ginny would come and do the same.

The yellow ones were always placed by those who had lost a friend. Just a few moments before, Hermione had placed a delicate yellow rose on the grave of Professor Dumbledore. His grave was scattered with yellow roses, mostly from students.

The orange ones were always placed by those who didn't know the deceased personally, but knew of them. The people's whose graves had orange roses were the ones who had fought bravely until the end. Almost every member of the Order had orange roses on their graves, as the whole wizarding world was proud to have had such outstanding citizens.

The white ones were always placed on the graves of students who had died before they had a chance to really live. It was a symbol of the innocence lost to the war, of the untimely death of many of her classmates. Once a color that was associated with peace and purity was now marked with death and sadness. It was a shame too, for white roses were one of the most beautiful.

Her arms full of white roses, she didn't linger long at Cedric's grave. She had many more former schoolmates to visit, and many more white roses to distribute.