The Mystery Lady

Everybody else had already left the small area set aside - leaving a small group of people of different ages, colours, creeds, races and species behind. Each of the small party stood in silence before putting a single rose down and walking away to leave and elderly woman behind for a few moments more. The woman was one of the last of the survivors from the Battle of Hogwarts after Ron Weasley and Ginny Creevy both died four years ago. She ran her hand along the stone that had already been warmed by the sun's touch. The inscription had been carved in by hand by the Goblins at Gringotts at no charge at all.

Here lies

Harry James Potter

b. 31 July, 1980

d. 1 August, 2132

I did what I had to

I hope it was enough

As the woman let her hand fall limply to her side, a warm breeze sprung round the little plot of earth and scattered a few leaves.

"You never learn, even in death..." she shook her head and turned to walk away. As she reached the gates, she looked back out of a sudden need to. "I'll see you soon, Harry" and, tucking a few strands of hair that held the last vestiges of redness behind her ear, she left the cemetery in the knowledge that she would soon be back for one last time and be back with the one that she had loved, honoured above all others and whom she had married.