Author's Note: This was written as a speed drabble with a one hour time limit and the prompt "galaxy".
Hermione gripped Harry's hand tight. They were the last two left. Harry's tears dripped openly down his face now that there was no one left to watch or judge. Words had long since been said, condolences given, and the dirt replaced. All that was left was a small plot, and a headstone declaring it the grave of Remus and Tonks Lupin. Andromeda had insisted that they be buried together.
Though Harry had not been quite as close to Remus as he had been to Sirius, Remus had been the last remnant of his parents and his last connection to his father. The last of the Marauders.
"At least they're all together now," he whispered with a hollow laugh. Hermione squeezed his hand, silently giving him support.
"They'll be happy now. I'm sure they're causing all sorts of mayhem again," she joked quietly. Harry snorted.
"Of all the people in the galaxy, what do you think were the odds that they found each other," he wondered out loud, more to himself, than to her.
"What do you think were the odds that you, Ron, and I all found each other?" she returned. "There's no point in questioning what has already passed. Let's just be thankful for the good that has happened." It was left unsaid that they also needed to accept all the bad that had happened and all the people they had lost. Like Remus and Tonks. Hermione knew that a certain part of Harry felt like he had been left behind. Now they had to pick up the pieces.
"At least this is the last of them," Harry sighed. It had been a trying week. Fred Weasley had been buried yesterday, and Colin Creevey the day before him. The day before that had been a memorial for all those lost in the Battle of Hogwarts.
The memorial had been particularly difficult. The castle still suffered visible scars from the battering it had endured. It had been both painful and comforting to see it - painful because it was their home, but comforting to know that Hogwarts was maybe just as broken as they were. In any case, repairs were underway and the wards were being strengthened beyond what they had been previously.
The same could not be said of the survivors. Hermione still suffered from nightmares after what she had endured at Malfoy Manor. She still woke up in the middle of the night screaming, her arm still burning from where Bellatrix had carved "mudblood" into it. Hermione knew that Harry had nightmares too, but he chose not to share them with her. He claimed he was more used to them after years and years of visions from Voldemort, but she saw that he was just as pale as she was, and his eye bags were just as bad as hers.
And yet, they survived. It was difficult, but they still had each other. Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Ron didn't have the nightmares, but Hermione and Harry knew he was still grieving the loss of his brother. Oftentimes the three would gather by the fireplace in Grimmauld, late at night, called together by some unseen force. Hermione would make hot chocolate and they would sit quietly and all was well.