Summary- Harry's dead and the Gryffindore's learn to cope with it. Based on the song "local boy in the photograph". Songfic.

It was time for hogwarts again. Ron and Hermione's last year. It would have been for Harry too but…no. He killed voldemort, he killed him.

"Where's the train?" Asked Ron. The train was late.

There's no mistake, I smell that smell
It's that time of year again, I can taste the air
The clocks go back, railway track
Something blocks the line again
And the train runs late for the first time

When on the train that finally arrived, Hermione and Ron were talking about how they found out.

A pebble beach, we're underneath a pier that's just been painted red
where I heard the news for the first time

Flash back

Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George were all running along a beach enjoying the freedom of the wizarding world now that voldemort was gone. They were all happy and laughing until…

"Hey!" Yelled Arthur Weasley from under the big red pier. He looked extremely down.

"What's up dad?" the Weasley twins said in unison.

"It's Harry. He's dead."

End flashback

When they arrived at hogwarts they went to visit Harry's grave.

And all the friends lay down the flowers

Hermione lay down a bouquet of red roses. Then walked off with the Gryffindors to the waterfront by the castle.

Sit on the banks and drink for hours
talk of the way they saw him last

All the gryffindore's were drinking firewhisky to take their minds off of it.

A newspaper article was afloat in the water. It had Harry's picture on the front page.

Local boy in the photograph
today

It read "HARRY POTTER FOUND ON RAILWAY TRACK!"

He'll never be 23, yet the train runs on and on
past the place they found his clothing

The year had ended. The train was once again late.

There's no mistake, I smell that smell
It's that time of year again, I can taste the air
The clocks go back, railway track
Something blocks the line again
And the train runs late for the first time
Today

The Gryffindore's decided to take one last visit to Harry's grave whilst they waited for the train.

And all the friends lay down the flowers
Sit on the banks and drink for hours
talk of the way they saw him last
Local boy in the photograph
today

Hermione realised that now they would never see him or his grave again, it was time to let him rest in peace.

He's gone away.