Wow this gets SO old. After many stories, I would've thought you guys would know by now that I don't own Harry Potter.
Harry glanced at the photo on his desktop and felt a tear well in his eye. It was May 1st, and May 1st was always the hardest.
Ginny was at Hermione's house for the day, spending some time wither her brother. She had asked Harry if he'd wanted to come, but he'd said he'd rather spend it alone. So she took the boys and left little Lily to her nap.
A tear rolled down Harry's cheek as the faces of the dead smiled and waved at him. Luna Lovegood-Scamander had made it for him, it was a collage of everyone he knew and loved that died in the first and second wars.
His mother and father, Cedric, Sirius, Dumbledore, Hedwig, Mad-Eye, Dobby, Remus and Tonks, Collin, Fred, and Snape all looked back at him from the picture, and he felt more tears start to form.
"I never meant for any of you to die. I'm so sorry."
"They know," Harry whirled around to see his four-year-old daughter standing at by his legs, on her tiptoes, craning her neck to see the picture. "They know you never wanted them gone, but they did it so that we could be free."
Harry swallowed his tears and looked down at the little girl. For someone of only for years, she sure did understand a lot.
"Besides Daddy, they aren't dead, they're just sleeping."
Harry picked up his daughter and kissed her forehead. She was right, these people weren't dead, they were just sleeping, and one day, they would wake up, and he would see them again.
"Just sleeping," Harry smiled for the first time on May 1st, and took his daughter from the room, glancing just once back at the photo.