The sun had just begun to break through the heavy blanket of clouds that had surrounded them for the past week. He watched as the light travelled to cover the gravestone closest to him.

The gravestone itself was of white marble, that seemed to twinkle in the bright golden light that now shone upon it. It stood, in companionable silence next to those of who she loved most of all, those who had fallen over the past fifteen years. The positioning was as she had requested in her letter, three spots down from the graves of Tonks and Lupin, and two spots from Sirius' plaque.

The grave stood on its own, brave and bright, standing alone despite everything, a clear description of Hermione. Harry knelt beside the grave and placed a hand over the carved symbol, a pair of angel wings. He felt a small hand placed on his shoulder and he turned and looked into the tearful eyes of Clara Weasley. The small girl threw her arms around Harry's neck and he willed himself not to break down due to her emotions that were being transmitted into Harry's already solemn heart.

Harry looked to where Ron lay, three graves down and let out a small sob, which he fought back as the young girl clutched to him, her tears soaking through his black cloak. She eventually released him running back to her father's waiting arms. Charlie smiled sadly and nodded his head to Harry, respect in his eyes.

Harry looked up and saw Emmy sitting in the front row next to young Leo Malfoy and Lizzie whom was staring stoically at the grave stone, her expression unreadable much like his daughters , oh my Emmy, you are so young… too young to understand this. He thought and bowed his head, resting a single red rose on the freshly overturned soil.

Emmy stood and walked toward him and placed a gentle kiss to his cheek and Harry smiled kissing her forehead, a small light twinkling in his eyes. His daughter amazed him, she knew, much like her, when he needed comfort, understanding, love. This was one of those times he needed all three.

Clara had a hand over her heart, which had once belonged to Jonathon Andrews, and now was eternally hers, in essence Jonathon lived on through that small girl, she carried him with her, always. Harry was glad that at least that was a small comfort to knowing he was gone from this world.

Unsurprisingly, Jonathon had left his entire fortune to Clara and … her, Clara's share had been set up in a trust fund to be given to her in small increments after the age of eleven until the full amount was available to her when she turned seventeen and was deemed by wizarding law an adult.

His final gift, had touched the Weasley family, her share went directly to Emmy, in a similar fashion to Clara.

Harry swallowed and ran his fingers through his unruly hair. He felt morose, depressed even, in this suffocating environment. The cemetery where all his fallen friends laid was a beautiful private one, but the names on each tomb stone sent a wave of guilt and grief through him.

Harry had taken Teddy Lupin earlier to his parent's grave and told the eleven year old boy an amusing story of how his mother had entertained both Ginny and her with her metamorphing skills in his fifth year. Teddy had smiled at the story, Harry always told Teddy stories of his parents as often as he could, the boy may only have his grandmother as his biological family, but his adopted family reached far and wide, including the Weasley's and Harry and her.

Draco stood and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, attempting to give some comfort for the pain the bespectacled mans wandering thoughts brought. Harry nodded to Draco and then to Luna whom was cradling a baby girl in her arms.

Harry moved away from the main progression and squatted next to the simple black marble plaque dedicated to his godfather, Sirius. He brushed some stray dirt from its face and smiled when he thought of how Sirius wouldn't like all the grieving over him, it had been over ten years, and Harry still felt the loss.

He had made similar plaques to this one for his parents and Dumbledore, all whom were buried in different places. But it felt right to give them a place with the others.

They were all together once more, even if it was in another world. This newest edition, whom Harry himself helped bury, was much to young, but that was like many in this cemetery, all with many years ahead of them, lives cut short by the cruel world.

Yet it was a cruel world that had brought us her and she had saved many lives.

Minerva McGonagall sat in the very back row, sucking on what Harry could only guess would be a sherbet lemon. Harry sighed and sat beside her; the older woman didn't look at him but held his hand and placed the yellow treat in his palm. Harry placed the sweet in his mouth and they sat in companionable silence for a moment.

"I saw the papers… the man… he's in prison now?" Harry muttered and Minerva turned to him a concerned look on her face.

"Yes… Mr. Fulton is incarcerated." She said quietly, curious as to what he would say next.

"At least you got what you wanted." He whispered and Minerva placed a gentle arm around his shoulders. "Over the years, it seems as if… no matter what I do… people are hurt because of it… protecting me… loving me." he let a single tear roll down his cheek and the older woman sighed forlornly.

"Know this Harry Potter… we all do love you, and no one, and I mean this when I say it, no one regrets loving you, everyone, both past and present here today, loved you or some part of you. Love is our greatest strength."

"It's our greatest pain." Harry whispered and Minerva shook her head.

"When you look at her do you feel pain?" Harry looked up and a soft smile appeared on his face. "And there Mr. Potter is your answer."

AN

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