Mafalda Hopkirk. August 3rd 1938-May 2nd 1998. Beloved Wife, Sister, Mother.
Hermione Granger stared at the grave before her in silence. She had come to the graveyard to say something, anything, to the woman lying beneath the ground where she stood.
When Hermione had learned that Mafalda Hopkirk had died in the Battle of Hogwarts, she had been horrified in a way that she couldn't explain to the others. Ron had been terrified when she had burst into tears in the middle of lunch a few days before. She almost smiled as she remembered the look of bewilderment on his face when she told him that she was crying because she found out Mafalda Hopkirk had died.
"Did you know her?" he asked. He didn't even remember that Hermione had been her when they had invaded the Ministry nearly a year before.
Hermione had paused. "No." And then she had continued crying.
She had missed the funeral by months. Now it was nearly November. Hogwarts was back in session. Harry and Ron were both working for the Ministry, tracking down the Death Eaters that had escaped the final battle. She was preparing to take her NEWTS. She had a job, a boyfriend, a life.
Yet she stood in front of Mafalda Hopkirk's grave.
The crunching of leaves alerted her to another's presence in the grave yard. An old wizard, bent with age, paused beside her. Hermione didn't look at him, she kept her eyes on the grave stone before her. The man sighed as he read the dates on the grave.
"Pity." He said. "Did you know her?"
"No." Hermione answered. Then she turned and walked out of the graveyard.