Epilogue

Dumbledore and Harry, sensing something terrible, went to the Gryffindor
common room entrance. Saying the password quickly they ran in. At first, they
saw nothing but scattered chairs and tables, but then they found them.

The two lied besides each other, fingers linked, breathing no longer.

Hogwarts was indeed grave as the news spread, and there had never been
such an amazing funeral held, in a hall filled with flowers. Families, friends,
and others were there. Many speeches were recited, yet Harry's had the
greatest impact of them all.

"Ron, and Hermione were my best friends. They helped me through everything
I did. And there are so many of you that cared for them, and that's why I'm
going to tell you what happened. Hermione fell down the staircase about a
month ago. She suffered severe injuries, but made it, or so we thought.
Through the ages reaserch has been conducted, and there is prove that
spirits will remain with the living believing they are alive, though they really
aren't. That's how they will stay until their unfinished work is done. Hermione
died when she fell down those stairs, but it wasn't her time to go, not until
she accompished what she needed. What she needed was Ron, she couldn't
have been a spirit without Ron, and he wouldn't have been able to live
without her. That is why this has happened," Harry said as tears poured from
his eyes,"and we can know, that they will be together eternally." He concluded
as he placed a single rose atop the casket.

Through it all the two were at last buried, still hand in hand. Their graves two
halves of a heart.

Hermione Granger & Ron Weasley
1980-1996
~May love light their path.~