Minerva McGonagall stood nearby the sobbing Molly Weasley. Too many losses had already overwhelmed the woman. The sight of her only daughter, her baby, lying dead with Harry standing over the body had pushed her over the edge. Minerva looked at Severus and asked, "Are you certain the potion on the flowers is what killed Mrs. Potter?"
Severus nodded gravely. "Yes, Headmistress. The flowers were the source, and the potion had Potter's blood in it."
Minerva grimaced and admitted. "Neville Longbottom has confirmed that Potter had a standing order for these red lilies. They were Ginny's favorite."
"They weren't Hermione's"
Harry stared blankly at the granite stone that marked his wife's grave. Dampness seeped down the stone, dragging tears from the name carved in relief. The surroundings were desolate; wind-blown and chilled, and though he didn't feel the cold, Harry shivered in the thin robe that was wrapped around his shoulders. Screams buffeted him on all sides as he traced his fingers over Ginny's name and tried to remember where he was and what had happened to bring him to this place. A flash of red and the scent of lilies swirled in the wake of the Dementor's kiss.