Walk
It was very late to be walking through a shopping area, but it was a beautiful time of day. The sun was setting as they passed through the barrier, and when they entered the area was practically deserted. It wasn't eerie, though, like it had been during the war. It was…tranquil.
"I still expect a crowd to come marching up from over there." Tonks told Remus as they walked up the middle of the road, pointing to the horizon.
He laughed and linked his arm in hers. "I prefer it when it's quiet. You never get the feel of some places until you see them when they're deserted."
"Some places are just downright creepy when they're quiet. Like the Burrow."
"When has the Burrow ever been quiet?"
They were talking and laughing in this manner about nothing of real significance, when they came to a stretch of pavement that was unlike the others.
Tonks moved away from Remus and knelt down beside the stones. She was staring at them intently, despite having seen them many times since they were laid.
"I can't get over this, you know, Remus."
"It is a true honour, I agree." he said, also looking in their direction.
Tonks traced her fingers over the silver plated writing on one of the stones.
"Kingsley Shacklebolt." she read.
"I know him!" Remus exclaimed, and Tonks laughed.
"Alastor Moody…Hestia Jones, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Weasley, Weasley, Weasley…" she hopped on a little, not quite standing up. "Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, HARRY POTTER."
"Harry Potter?"
"Yeah…he's famous, apparently."
Tonks wandered on, and Remus watched her poring over them. He couldn't understand how she found them quite so fascinating after such a long time.
"James Potter…Lily Potter…Sirius Black…"
Remus decided to join Tonks from a few metres away, after all, it was a sentimental moment for the both of them.
"Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks" she read out, finally standing.
"A wonderful way to honour us, wasn't it? Rather original, too."
"It is original, isn't it? I might have liked a tree though, to be honest. A paving stone isn't all that flattering."
They both smirked, and looked at each other. Quietly, she took his hand, and they looked down at the paving stones honouring themselves and their friends. As they thanked fate again that they were alive, they hoped that those who had not been so lucky were as happy as they were, wherever they might be.