The bright light that was the sun was slowly disappearing under the horizon and as the sea raged in protest a small boat made its way across the sea to Azkaban Prison. The boat tipped and turned, more than once it seemed as if it was going to capsize, but he knew, deep down, that the auror's whom sat beside him knew they were safe, magic would protect them. But it won't protect me! He thought angrily and as if reading his thoughts the auror beside him smiled smally.

He was shoved into his murky cell and unceremoniously fell to the floor, his old joints creaking in protest. Henrick Johan Fulton the third looked around his new home with distaste. His nose was scrunched as tight as it would go, as if that simple action would stop the scent of death that was slowly creeping through his nostrils and into his soul.

He looked around himself and saw through the bars to his left a huddled figure whom appeared to be talking to himself. Fulton made a noise of disgust and turned his nose up at the man. He immediately investigated the cell to his right and his heart missed a beat.

There in between the bars was a hollowed and almost unrecognisable face. But the aristocratic smirk and smooth drawl could be recognised anywhere. "Hello, Grandfather." Fulton's lips formed a thin line, almost disappearing completely as he surveyed his daughter's only son.

"Hello Marcus." He said tonelessly, no emotion in his voice, his eyes surveying the man whom he had once thought would do great things, until he followed in Fulton's own footsteps and joined Voldemort.

"Fancy seeing you here… I hear you are in here for life?" he could hear the smile in his grandsons voice and Fulton growled. Then a smirk formed on the older mans face and he let out a cackle of a laugh.

"I hear you are too." He watched Flint's eyes narrow and a roar of rage left his dry throat.

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He looked up as if she was calling to him and a smile appeared immediately on his face as she made her way towards the gravestone. Tears were streaming down her rosy cheeks, a few stray droplets falling into her mouth so that she could taste the saltiness.

She bent down, kissed her fingertips and placed them over the inscribed name.

Jonathon Angelus Andrews.

Born: April 22nd, 1974

Died: November 4th, 2007

Friend.

Confidant.

Saviour.

You will be sorely missed and loved.

We are simply angels, whom do not know how to fly, when we go, we learn to soar.

She had a small smile on her face as the tears fell, she placed a blood red rose next to the many others that covered the ground, she withdrew her wand and cast a spell so that her rose turned solid gold and attached itself to the stone.

"Thankyou." She whispered and stood and continued her progression line to every grave in the cemetery. She reached Sirius and placed a rose on his plaque, then Tonks, Remus, James, Lily, Dumbledore and the many others whose names were etched into stone, to remain forever more, long after they had left.

Warmth filled her heart when she thought of those she had lost, they had left with love in their hearts and minds, every action, every sacrifice, for one simple reason.

Love.

It was amazing for her, to think that one emotion could control a person's actions so strongly, it was all surrounding and all consuming, every song, every story has some form of love in it, whether it be for another person, object or something alike, it was always there and it was what made this world worth living in.

She straightened her dress subconsciously and sensed a particular set of eyes staring at her. The sensation brought further warmth to her heart. Her eyes lit up in affection and she yearned to find the face that brought this peace to her heart.

When she turned and gazed upon the main party of mourners she noticed their eyes upon her, but she searched through the crowd and found the pair of emerald eyes she was searching for.

And once more, emerald met honey.

He had a smile on his tear stained face as he gazed upon her, she smiled when she felt warmth in her heart, a heat nothing could cool. She made her way back towards them, her dress was white, with gold flickering through it, just as Jonathon had requested.

Harry stood and they met, just as she reached the many chairs. He wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his forehead to hers. She smiled and placed her arms around his neck, looking deeply into his eyes.

Tears still streamed down her face, but they were tears of happiness mingled with sorrow, but most of all, they were tears of love.

Hermione Granger leant up and kissed him gently on the lips, a soft kiss yet full of promise and love. Harry smiled and moved a stray curl behind her ear, his hand resting on her cheek.

Something was tugging on her dress and she looked down and her smile broadened. "Hello Emmy sweetheart." Hermione said and Harry bent down and picked her up.

"Let's go home." Harry whispered and Hermione smiled as Emmy buried her face into the crook of Harry's neck, her breathing growing steady as she slowly fell into a peaceful slumber.

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AN okay.. I know I said I would give you a long chapter but… I have had an absolutely awful day and my emotions are getting out of hand and I didn't want to screw anything up as I wrote most of this yesterday, but I didn't want to not give you an update so here it is.

The next chapter I promise… will be longer :P anddddd yes…. Anyway…

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