Dear Parvati,
It's been two years to the day that you died. Everyone else is celebrating like they did last year. Even I have been invited to several parties, and I'm not exactly well known. I didn't go to any, of course. It just feels so wrong to go to a party on the day that we lost so many people.
Instead, I went to visit your grave. I was hardly the only one. Almost all of the D.A. showed up at the graves where you and everyone else who died are laid. It wasn't really a party, but we were all there. No ceremony, no party, no celebrations, it was Just a group of old friends saying goodbye to their loved ones who can't be there. It sad to see that there are more graves then there are people here. Not all the D.A. made it out of the castle alive, but all the people who died there are here, in this small grave yard.
I don't think that I've ever described the graveyard that you're in have I? It seemed silly too, since you spend more time in there then I do. But you've never seen it with your own eyes.
It's on a mountainside. Right now it's snowy up there, but it's only a little snow, just enough to make it beautiful. You can see Hogwarts from here too. It's standing just like it always has, big and forbidding, but reassuring too.
It's a small graveyard. Just enough room for almost every who died to be laid. Not every was laid here of course, some were buried elsewhere. There is some space left for the rest of us when we die too, if we want to be buried here. I've already planned my grave, right next to where yours is. It just seems right, you know?
Getting to the graveyard takes an hour or two if you take the path from Hogsmeade. It's just close so that people still visit, but far enough so it's always quiet.
I remember the first days after the battle. It hurt so much to think of you, but I was afraid that if I didn't think of you, I would lose you. It still hurts little even now, but especially today. I always remember you though, no matter how much it hurts on days like this.
Missing you always,
Padma