The next day loomed, the sky was grey and murky, perfect for the occasion.
Before Hermione left she went out into her small garden and picked some flowers to place on the graves she was to visit that day.
She dressed and left early to go to the Burrow where her twins had stayed over night.
She apparated to outside the house, it was very different place to be now to how it had been when she had visited when she was younger. There wasn't a wholesome family feeling, you rarely saw people rushing about, there certainly weren't any big family dinners in the garden as there was no one to attend.
She went up the path and knocked on the door, George answered it.
"Hello Hermione," He said stepping aside for her to come in. Jack, Isabelle, Andrew and Charlie were all sitting at the breakfast table. "How are you?"
"Fine, I went to see Ron yesterday, he's improving." Hermione said.
"That's wonderful news," Fred said ,"come and sit down."
Hermione took up a seat at the table, Fred's wife, Angelina Johnson, now Weasley, was cooking sausages, and Georges wife, Emily who had been in their year at school, was serving it all up onto plates.
"Hi Hermione," Angelina said.
"Nice to see you," Emily said putting a plate down in front of her.
"Hello," Hermione said, "do you want a hand?"
"No, we're fine," Emily said.
"We have trained our spouses well," Fred joked.
Angelina threw a sausage at him, she was the coach of an all woman's quiddich club, and Emily worked as a Healer. Fred and George still had their joke shop in Diagon Alley, but they had expanded and now had a branch in Hogsmead.
"Mum, mum, look what I have," Jack said excitedly showing his mother a pack of joke cards that kept changing their suit.
"That's nice dear," Hermione said smiling at her son. One of tour creations?" She asked Fred and George.
"Who else?" George asked.
An hour later they arrived in the cemetery where many of their loved ones were buried.
The first graves they visited were that of Mr and Mrs Weasley, they spent some time here tidying up their graves and talking to them. Fred and George laid some fresh flowers down and promised their parents that they would come back and see them soon. They had been killed by Death Eaters before the final battle had taken place, they were killed to get to Harry. Voldemort knew they were like parents to him and he knew killing them would be like killing his parents all over again.
They moved onto Charlie's grave, he had been the first of the Weasleys to die, he was buried next to his parents in the small grave yard.
They spent some time here as well again just talking to him and wondering whether he could hear them. He had been killed on Order business, the family had been distraught and George had decided to call his son after his brother as a tribute.
"Let's go see Dumbledore," Angelina said.
They moved alone a few rows of graves until they came to the one with Alubs Dumbledore's name on.
"Hello Professor, having a nice rest?" Emily asked she placed flowers down.
"Mum," Charlie said pulling on his mothers robes, "I'm going to be sick."
"Me too," Andrew said, it was like the two boys were the same person, when one of them were sick so was the other, and they were only cousins.
"Come on," Emily said to the boys, "let's take you home,"
"Hermione you don't mind do you?" Angelina asked.
"No, you go I'll stay for a little while longer." She said and Fred, George, Angelina and Emily took they children home by a portkey they had made.
Hermione now stood alone in the Grave Yard with her children who were chasing each other around a nearby tree.
She moved across to the final grave she wanted to visit.
The Grave Stone read-
Harry James Potter
Died to save the Wizarding Word
A beloved friend and worthy hero he will be greatly missed
Hermione sat next to the grave stone and placed her flowers down.
"Hi Harry," she said and a tear rolled down her cheek, "How you are you? You know I really miss you, but I know your parents will be taking good care of you up there." She said, "but I wish you'd come back."
Harry died during the final battle with Voldemort at the end of their seventh year at Hogwarts. All Hermione remembered was a huge explosion and when she woke up in Saint Mungos the next day Harry and Voldemort were gone.
"Harry why did you leave?" She asked the grave.
"I didn't," came a voice.
"Harry?" Hermione asked standing up and searching for the voice.
"Hermione," came the voice again.
She searched for the source, "Harry, is that you?"
"Over here." the voice said again.
Hermione scanned the grave yard and her eyes settled on a figure standing behind a tree in the far corner.
She rushed over to fine Harry Potter standing there, the same Harry Potter the died eleven years ago.
