Tears ran down her face steadily, and she could feel the wet tracks on her face begin to turn icy, but she didn't make a move to wipe them away.
She could feel him behind her, and it brought comfort to her. She didn't need to turn around to know that he was behind her, feeling the exact same way. This was their ritual. On the same day each year they'd come to visit the third part of their trio, and every year it ended the same way; they'd leave and wait another year for the day to come again. This was the only time that they were able to see him. Rather than it being comforting, all it did was tear her apart on the inside. She knew he felt the same way. They were two thirds of a trio that should never have been separated.
She turned to look at the man standing behind her. He reached for her hand and she let him take it. As they walked away, she turned around and looked at what they had just left.
Sitting on the ground in front of two headstones, was a man with raven hair, tracing the outline of the names on the two stones. She bit her lip, and she wasn't surprised that she felt no pain. She wanted to cry out to the man, but she knew he couldn't hear her. She looked up into the face of the red head who stood next to her, and she noticed he was also crying. She reached up to wipe the tears from his face, and let out a sob of her own. He wrapped his arms around her and together they looked on at the man who was sobbing in front of them.
"We love you, Harry." They said together, and once again turned and walked away.
Harry Potter turned sharply and looked behind him, searching desperately for the source of the words he had just heard. He could have sworn... But no, it was impossible. They'd been gone ten years, he reminded himself.
He turned and once again faced the stones in front of him, knowing that someday soon he'd have his own stone next to theirs, saying the same thing.
Hermione Jane Granger
Friend, Wife, Hero
Ron Weasley
Friend, Husband, Hero