Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter.
Written for VincentNight
Part of The Night Bird series.
He does not know his aunt and uncle insist on dragging him to visit Vernon's parent's graves. They weren't his grandparents, and he never met them.
Dudley like always was acting like a spoiled brat and showing no respect for the dead.
His aunt Petunia is tending the graves with such gentleness it like they were newborn babies.
The voice that he has come to love calls him to follow it. Everyone's attention is elsewhere so goes to the voice because he trusts it.
He wanders to the oldest part of the cemetery and stops at grave:
MAY YOUR ENEMIES TREMBLE BEFORE YOU.
MAY YOUR BLADE STAY SHARP...
AND MAY YOUR NAPS BE LONG.
There's no name or dates, nothing to tell him about who's lying dead underneath his feet. Harry feels sad that no one will ever know whose there.
He wonders if he were to die would he end up like this poor soul, nameless.
Harry hears his aunt's shrill voice calling him and there's no panic only anger in her voice.
He doesn't know why the voice took him there, but he knows it must have it's reasons.