Harry Potter & co © Warnes Bros., J.K. Rowling, and/or their respective owners.
*
Harry sighed and walked out of his car slaming the door hard behind him. It was pouring with rain but he still wore his sunglasses. He didn't feel like being noticed. Not today, Not ever. Ever since he defeted Voldemort everyone would run up to him and ask for a autograph and quite frankly it was annoying. He brushed his hair out of his eyes. When at Hogwarts Harry was a small, Skinny little boy with unruly hair. Now at 25 he was a tall, Well built man and His hair was longer and reached his chin. Every Woman wanted to Marry him. But he wasn't ready yet... He walked down the cement path that had many times been walked on. He looked at the many gravestones that had been there for a long time. He got up to the 13th row and looked down it.
''This is it'' Harry said walking down the row. He stopped at a certain grave. It was growing moss and the flowers on it were dead. Harry felt guilty, he hadn't been there for a while it depressed him to much. It made him feel guilty remembering them. Like it was his fault they died. Tears were now running down his cheeks Harry let them run freely. He had a reason, a good reason. He knelt down between the gaves and put the flowers on each. Then bowed his head for a moment of peace. After 5 minutes he looked up and wiped the moss from one of the graves.
''Hermione Granger,
Beloved Wife of Harry Potter
Died 17 September 2000
May her soul rest in our hearts forever''
Harry cried even harder.
''Why her? Why not me'' He silently said to himself. He didn't want to remember her lifeless body lying on the grass outside of Hogwarts that unfoutuant day (they were Professors). When he had rushed to her and she muttered with all the life she had ''I love you'' and died in Harrys arms. But that didn't stop him. He killed Voldemort. By himself, He looked at the grave beside him.
''Ronald Wesley.
Beloved Husband and Father
Died 17th September 2000.
Let us not forget''
Harry sobbed louder tears were running endlessly down his cheeks. His besy friend in the world...his first friend. He trusted him. Harry would've died for them, but instead they died for him....and the wizarding world. Harry stood up and wiped his tears away. He wished they would just come back and they could be happy again. But that was impossible Harry sighed and walked down the well trotten path thinking hard. He went into his car and stayed there til the rain died down and drove off again.
~Fin~
*
Harry sighed and walked out of his car slaming the door hard behind him. It was pouring with rain but he still wore his sunglasses. He didn't feel like being noticed. Not today, Not ever. Ever since he defeted Voldemort everyone would run up to him and ask for a autograph and quite frankly it was annoying. He brushed his hair out of his eyes. When at Hogwarts Harry was a small, Skinny little boy with unruly hair. Now at 25 he was a tall, Well built man and His hair was longer and reached his chin. Every Woman wanted to Marry him. But he wasn't ready yet... He walked down the cement path that had many times been walked on. He looked at the many gravestones that had been there for a long time. He got up to the 13th row and looked down it.
''This is it'' Harry said walking down the row. He stopped at a certain grave. It was growing moss and the flowers on it were dead. Harry felt guilty, he hadn't been there for a while it depressed him to much. It made him feel guilty remembering them. Like it was his fault they died. Tears were now running down his cheeks Harry let them run freely. He had a reason, a good reason. He knelt down between the gaves and put the flowers on each. Then bowed his head for a moment of peace. After 5 minutes he looked up and wiped the moss from one of the graves.
''Hermione Granger,
Beloved Wife of Harry Potter
Died 17 September 2000
May her soul rest in our hearts forever''
Harry cried even harder.
''Why her? Why not me'' He silently said to himself. He didn't want to remember her lifeless body lying on the grass outside of Hogwarts that unfoutuant day (they were Professors). When he had rushed to her and she muttered with all the life she had ''I love you'' and died in Harrys arms. But that didn't stop him. He killed Voldemort. By himself, He looked at the grave beside him.
''Ronald Wesley.
Beloved Husband and Father
Died 17th September 2000.
Let us not forget''
Harry sobbed louder tears were running endlessly down his cheeks. His besy friend in the world...his first friend. He trusted him. Harry would've died for them, but instead they died for him....and the wizarding world. Harry stood up and wiped his tears away. He wished they would just come back and they could be happy again. But that was impossible Harry sighed and walked down the well trotten path thinking hard. He went into his car and stayed there til the rain died down and drove off again.
~Fin~