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Chapter 23- Roses

And so together, the three of them walked through the house, the memories following them. The kitchen and Danny falling over, Tom breaking the cupboard, the terrible noises. The staircase and the Ghostbusters singing. The bedrooms and the things flying at them and the hallway, where Dougie had been so badly terrified. They smiled, stepping outside again.

The garden, where they had set up their tent, and had had the biggest frights of their lives. The toilet, that Dougie got locked in. The tree Danny and Harriet shared their first kiss under, and the one Danny had fallen out of. The hill, which had caused so much trouble for Tom and Dougie.

Sure those nights weren't the best, but they did have their elements of fun. Harriet and Danny joined them, and after one last look at the house, they were gone. Tom suddenly had an idea.

'Harriet, go to Greenvale,' he said quickly.

'Why?' Harriet asked, turning the car around and heading the other way.

'I had an idea.'

In Greenvale, Tom went to the tiny flower shop, buying three of the biggest bunches of roses they had.

'Follow me guys,' he said, quickly beginning to hobble down a familiar cobblestone path. Harriet and Danny, carrying the roses, followed him, Dougie and Harry too. Soon, Tom made it to the cemetery, the others trailing behind. He took a bunch of roses from Danny, making his way through the aisles of headstones until he found who he was looking for. The others followed, watching.

He placed the roses on Melanie's grave, a tear falling as he did so. As he stepped back, Danny silently put his arm around his shoulder. Dougie took another bunch, laying them gently on Margaret's grave. Although he didn't know her for long, he felt like he knew everything about her. He ran his unbroken fingers over the name on the headstone, trying not to cry. Harry put his arms around him, pulling him up and away from the overgrown headstone. Dougie shuffled his face into Harry's chest, not moving. Harriet took the last bunch of roses, laying them on the grave a few down from Melanie.

Abigail May Dunley it read. March 30th 1901-September 4th 1922. Gone But Not Forgotten. Harriet smiled a little. She would never forget her little housemate who kept her company in that small house on her own, or the three girls that made her time in the enormous house worthwhile. She wouldn't be sad, she thought, she'd be grateful for the time she had.

The five stepped back from the graves, feeling down, but also feeling a sense of fulfilment.

They'd reunited best friends.

Given Harriet something to live for.

And most of all, had made new friends in the process (Danny, more than others). Turning from the cemetery, the five walked/hobbled/limped together, a mixture of emotions filling their chests.

They'd helped.

And it had left them with some of the best memories they could ever want.