A/N: Written for Hogwarts: Divination - Assignment 10. I do not own Harry Potter. Word Count: 610.

"I guess, I'm here to say 'I'm sorry'," he confessed, his hands resting lightly on the head stone. "I'm sorry you had to suffer for something I started." The marble memorial spread out around him, flowers marking the perimeter, and Harry Potter stood at the centre. His eyes ran down the long list of names, each one representing a brave witch or wizard that lost their life due to events caused by the war. Up the very top was the name Quirinus Quirrell. Harry always found himself staring at this name. Apart from himself, Dumbledore and those close to him, no one else knew Professor Quirrell's involvement with Voldemort, and his attempt for the Philosopher's stone. The rest of the Wizarding community believed that he died in a battle against the Dark Lord, and died protecting the stone. His name stood above that of Barty Crouch Snr. and Cedric Diggory. Harry took a deep breath, his eyes falling closed as he said good-bye. Continuing down the list, he paid respect to every name, whether he knew them or not. A voice behind him called him from his reverie.

"Are you ready to go?" Ginny said softly, hand resting so softly on his shoulder, that it was only a ghost of a touch. He nodded, taking a deep breath before turning back to his family. A smile graced his features when his daughter Lily, only 5 years old, hugged his legs tightly.

"Come on, baby," he grunted slightly as he lifted her, tucking into his arms, "let's go home."

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When they arrived they were greeted by their owl Monty, and the Daily Prophet in his beak.

"What do they have to say today?" Harry smirked as he took the bundle of paper from the owl, scratching the birds' cheek as he turned. He heaved a sigh as he unrolled it, glancing quickly at the photograph on the first page.

"They work fast, don't they?" Harry said, laying the paper before his wife.

Potter Family Mourns Dead.
3rd May, By Lane Shaw.

Yesterday the cemeteries were filled with mourning family and friends of the victims of the Second Wizarding War. Today at the Victory Day Memorial, only one family came to pay their respect. Harry Potter, his wife Ginevra, and their four children visited the Victory Day Memorial just outside the Hogwarts grounds. This may have been to avoid being disturbed, trying to evade the paparazzi, or maybe they just did not want to be stuck in the crowds. In any case, this reporter did not see any tears from the 'boy who lived' this year.
More on page 3.

Ginny chuckled.

"They're keeping tabs on you," she smiled, then looked down at her watch. "That was barely an hour ago! They really have stepped up their game with production and distribution times." Harry ran a hand through his hair.
"At least they didn't see your man tears again this year," Ginny tried to joke, lightly nudging his arm. Harry just sighed.

"I'll be in the study," he said, walking away.

"Remember we're going to mum's for lunch!" Ginny called after him. The only response she received was a small grunt. She shook her head and bent down to Lily's height.

"Let's go get Grandma's present ready!" Lily squeaked with joy in reply and off the two went, Ginny giving one last glance towards Harry's study. She really did hate today.

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Back at the memorial, right down the bottom of the list, someone had written two names. One name so recognisable that even a newborn would have known it, and the other lost in history.

R.I.P. Harry Potter and Tom Riddle.