Harry Potter stood in the graveyard of Godric's Hallow. Snow billowed around him just as it did the last time he was here. However, last time, Harry had been just a teenager. He had also visited with Hermione Granger, one of his best friends. The war against Voldemort had been in full swing as well. Everything, but the weather was different. Harry was here at the graves with Ginny, his wife and the future mother of their first child. Voldemort was long dead and he was an adult, working for the Ministry of Magic in the Aurors department.

His emerald green eyes shined in the night as he stood starting down at three gravestones. The snow fell, flecking his black hair, white, and adding a glittering touch to the gravestones. Ginny stood behind him, with her hand on his shoulder. However, Harry was unaware of her touch. In his hands, he held five poinsettias.

Bending, Harry placed the first of the five poinsettias at the base of his father's grave. "So far away from where you are. These miles have torn us worlds apart. And I miss you, yeah I miss you" Harry whispered.

He stood and dusted off the front of his robe. Slowly, mechanically, he moved to the next grave. It was his mother's. "So far away from where you are. I'm standing underneath the stars. And I wish you were here."

Harry licked his lips and blinked. Snow was gathering behind his glasses. He gazed at Remus Lupin's grave. "I miss the years that were erased. I miss the way the sunshine would light up your face. I miss all the little things. I never thought that they'd mean everything to me.

Yeah I miss you. And I wish you were here."

Harry could feel tears prickle at the corners of his eyes. Sniffing, he moved to the next one. Across the tombstone, it read Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin. "I feel the beating of your heart.

I see the shadows of your face. Just know that wherever you are. Yeah, I miss you. And I wish you were here."

It was getting harder for him to swallow. With fogged glasses, he stared down at the next grave. This was a fresh one and it had no body. There was no body to be found. "I miss the years that were erased. I miss the way the sunshine would light up your face. I miss all the little things I never thought that they'd mean everything to me. Yeah I miss you. And I wish you were here."

Ginny stepped forward. In her hands, she too held a poinsettia. She stared down at the grave. A bitter tear rolled down her cheek as she gazed at her brother, Fred's, grave. "So far away from where you are. These miles have torn us worlds apart. And I miss you, yeah I miss you. And I wish you were here."

Harry turned Ginny around. He wrapped his arms around her and drew his wife close. Tears fell down both of their faces as they stood there in the snow. When no more tears fell down Harry's cheek, the wizard drew away from his wife. "Come, Ginny, let's go," he said.

With a nod, she took his hand. The two turned towards the exit. Harry Potter looked behind him once to gaze upon the graves of the loved ones they had lost.