Final Disclaimer: I have enjoyed using the characters that J.K. Rowling has created. I am sad to say that I must return them to her now. I may borrow them in the future though.

Epilogue

"Why do we come here every New Years Eve, mommy?"

"Because we must."

"Was he a good man?"

Hermione sat at the gravesite holding her and Draco's daughter on her lap.

"Yes he was luv. He was brave and loving. I loved him very much. You would have too. He helped defeat the Dark Lord. Everyone was brave that night. He ensured your life and freedom. It has been hard without him. I will always love him and thank god that he was part of my life."

She wrapped her hand around her dagger; she still carried it wherever she went. 'God I miss him," she thought.

Hermione felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked behind her to see Harry, Blaise, Ginny and Pansy all crying with her.

"We miss him too," Harry said. "I still have a hard time imagining life without him." Ginny nodded.

"I agree Hermione," her husband said as he wrapped his arms his wife and daughter.

Ronald Weasley was a great man and will be remembered by all. Of the very few casualties that evening, his will always be the hardest.

"Thank you, Draco," she whispered as she buried her head into his shoulder.

They left and made their way to the Three Broomsticks, to meet the Weasleys and the Franklins. It was the anniversary of the Final Battle, time to toast not only the fallen; but the survivors as well.

No one noticed as the lone figure watched them leave. No one heard the words whispered on the wind.

"Do not worry my friends, I am happy. I am watching you all."

The redheaded vision faded into the light.

The End