The old church had stood for over 100 years. No one knew the exact date of it but all they knew was that it was uncommonly dark. Some people said that it was the trees, but to those who knew, the church was dark in remembrance for those who were buried there. For the wizard community, this grave yard was the most historical place in all of England.

A man walked out of the shadows carrying a bunch of lilies. He walked briskly through the cold winter night, snow crunching at his feet. Wind stirred his black, messy hair and stung at his nose. The man shuddered and pulled his trench coat around him tighter. He was so close to seeing them again. Suddenly his shuddering wasn't from the cold.

A woman stepped out of the shadows the same way the man had, only she walked much quicker. The crunch her shoes made was much louder than the man's. She watched as he knelt in front of a grave and set the lilies down in front of it. She knelt down beside him and peered over his shoulder.

Lilly Evans Potter James Potter

30 January 1960-31 October 1981 27 March 1960-31 October 1981

The last enemy that shall The last enemy that shall

be destroyed is death be destroyed is death

"Harry," she whispered in his ear, "We should leave, they're going to find us here. We'll come back soon." She put an arm around him. His shoulders were shaking and she could feel him suppress sobs. "Oh Harry." She pressed her lips to his head.

"Hermione, I finally got to come back. I finally get to see them again. And it has to be like this?" Harry whispered. "Why can't I stay here till he finds me and then kill him? Why can't I finally get what I want?!" Harry pounded his fists into the ground, eyes blazing with emotion. He went silent for a bit and his eyes went soft again. "Why can't I just start my life with you?"

Hermione kissed him and looked him straight in the eyes. "Harry James Potter, I love you too much to let you stay here and get killed by him. You're not ready yet."

"Like hell I'm not!" Harry yelled.

"Well then Hell is right, Harry," Hermione said, her voice brimming with passion. "You need to kill the other Horcruxes before you can kill him, or he's never going to be gone." Hermione stood up and pulled Harry with her. Tears were threatening to spill from her eyes. "I want you to live Harry. You have to live for us. You're not allowed to just lie down and die." Tears had sprung from her eyes and were falling freely. Harry wrapped his arms around her.

"I wont. I'm not going to lay down and die. I'm going to fight. And you'll be by my side. I always want you in my life." Harry and Hermione turned from the graves and walked back to the shadows.

Hermione played with the ring on her left hand and sighed. Something was coming, and soon. She could feel it. And whatever that thing was. It wasn't good.