A/N: This time not really a pairing. It features a tiny bit of:
Neville/Hannah and as a side character Harry Potter.
His hands were clenched behind his back, his jaw tightened and his eyes were fairly brimming with tears.
A select group was called upon this day. He had sent and written the invitations himself. He would've liked his grandmother to be here on this day, but she had passed away many years before. His wife, Hannah, was at his side, her hand lying upon his arm, while she dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. Across from him stood Harry Potter, who nodded discreetly at him, his hands folded in front of him. Besides those people, he had invited several others, though he still didn't notify most. It was better this way.
He was forced to look down, however, when the graves slowly sunk into the ground, the coffins gleaming slightly in the early sun, and a smile which looked more like a grimace covered his face. Yes, they deserved to have the sun shining down on them on this day. They had been living in a dark place, locked in their minds. While the coffins sank lower, until they hit the ground, he couldn't help but think he had said his goodbye many years before. Even though he always hoped for them to heal, it never happened. Besides, this was a much gentler way of saying goodbye, than in a ward in St. Mungo's. But it still hurt him, to have this finality, to say his goodbyes for sure. But he knew it was gentler on his parents. Even though it was never supposed to be this way, he had long ago made his peace.
After all, he had said his goodbyes years before.