Pop!

Hermione apparated into the cold, familar place, stumbling slightly.

Guardian Cemetary. It was a place for the people who died in the war. It was full of graves from both the first war and the second and now getting fuller nearly everyday.

It was a place for the people who died in the war. It was full of graves from both the first war and the second and now getting fuller nearly everyday

Tears fell silently down her face as she took a long drink from the bottle of scotch in her hand. The amber liquid burning as it slid down her throat.

Slowly she walked past the graves, noting the names of the people she had known.

Cedric Diggory

1977 - 1995

Sirius Black

1960 - 1996

Oliver Wood

1976 - 1997

Bill Weasley

1970 - 1997

Angelina Johnson

1977 - 1996

Hannah Abbott

1980 - 1998

Fleur Delacour

1977 - 1997

Colin Creevey

1981 - 1996

Susan Bones

1980 - 1997

Michael Corner

1981 - 1998

Pavarati Patil

1980 - 1998

So many names. So many friends. Dead. Picked off as if they were nothing.

Finally she reached the grave she came to see. She took another long swig as she slumped to the ground next to the headstone. Tears renewed their force and she sobbed out loud.

She reached out to touch the stone, her sleeve falling away from her arm, baring scars and cuts that enveloped her wrist and forearm. Taking yet another drink from the bottle she traced the letters and numbers on the stone.

Ronald Weasley

1980-1998

Why isn't it raining? She thought irrationaly, downing the last of the bottle. It should be raining.

Hey baby. It's me."

A/N Yes its short but I covered this in my other fic. I write short chappies... I know I shouldn't be starting another story when I still have the other but what can I say... my muse demanded it... she's a pushy little bugger... Also... I tried to get really precise on the birth years and lots of math was involoved so if its off take it with a grain of salt... Also remember I review you if you review me! So go and review damn it!

Lots of love,

Audrey