Leaves crunched beneath his feet as he wound his way through the gravestones. His eyes were thick with tears as he kept his gaze on the large, smooth, black slab of rock up ahead. People were carved into it- Five people, to be exact. The five most important heroes of the War were the main focus of the Memorial Graveyard. The picture had been taken before the war, when all five of them had thought that they would make it out OK. He was the only surviving member. His face was carved furthest to the left, with his arms wrapped around Ginny Weasley, who was laughing. Her sweet laugh still resounded in his ears every day. Next to Ginny, with his arm slung over her shoulder, was her brother, Ron. Ron had died first, saving the other four from Dolohov's Killing Curse. Nobody knew who it was meant for, but Ron had come running out of nowhere and flung himself in the way. Ron's other arm was resting across Hermione, who was just barely smiling, but it was still there. Hermione had been the reason he was alive. If it wasn't for her, all five of them would be dead. Before the start of the war, Hermione had placed a very strong protective charm over all five of them. The spell had extreme power, and when one of the five died, the charm spread out to protect the others equally. Once the other four had died, or become no longer able to fight, he, Harry, had been nearly indestructible.
"Harry! Harry! Harry, run!"
"No! I won't leave you. I love you."
"I love you too, please, Harry, go!"
He could have saved Ginny… he knew he could have…
Hermione's hand was intertwined with her fiancé's, the diamond ring he had given her glittering on her other hand. His trademark smirk was painted across his face, but his eyes were on Hermione. Draco and Hermione had been madly in love. They had managed to convince several Slytherins to go to the light side, and that was still prominent with the number of green and silver flowers that sat at their feet on the memorial. They had died together, Hermione trying to protect Draco, and Draco trying to protect Hermione. Voldemort had tortured them until both were so close to death that helping them was hopeless.
"Hermione?" he whispered, his hand reaching out. "Hermione!" Harry stood in the background, his eyes glazed with tears, watching as a near death Draco tried to wake his long gone fiancée. "No, Hermione, please, please…"
Harry remembered what they had looked like clear as day. Bloody… mangled… Draco holding Hermione close with tears streaming down his face as he, too, passed into the void.
The carving was done white, causing it to stand out brilliantly against the smooth stone. Above the five people was the word Antebellum, meaning 'Before the War.'
"Ginny! Ginny! Ginny, please, please come back to me! Ginny, where are you?"
Nobody knew where her body was. She had been missing for three years. Harry had lost all hope that she was still alive.
He lay the crimson roses at Ginny's feet, and the white ones beneath Hermione and Draco. As he had every third Saturday of the month before, he also put a letter to Ginny on the memorial, and the latest Chudley Cannons update underneath Ron. He knew that by tomorrow the letter to Ginny would be gone. He didn't know where they went. At this point, he didn't care. He turned his back to his friends and wound his way back through the gravestones of the fallen.
"Harry… Harry… Harry…"
"Avada Kedavra!" He shouted, his wand pointed directly at Tom Riddle's chest. The man looked at him with surprise, as if not expecting that he would ever say those words. His back arched, and he fell to the ground as an empty shell.
"Harry… Harry… Harry…"