Introduction Reminiscing

It was a cold and rainy night as a tall figure headed up the hill into the cemetery. He was wearing a long black cloak that dragged on the ground and carried with him a small box. The figure walked until he reached a row of four graves, and then removed his hood. His red hair was sopping wet, and he fell to his knees. The figure was Ron Weasley. Tears slid down his cheeks as he looked at the head stones in front of him.

"How long had it been?" he asked himself.