𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ☆ 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑛 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑌𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝑆𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁 ☆ 10

The brunette and red head entered the snow covered town around midnight. Rosalyn took a minute to take in the surroundings.

It was a nice little town. About forty little houses with snow-coated roofs were in view, and, just in front of them, there was a graveyard and a church.

"I still think we should've used polyjuice potion," Hermione whispered stiffly, bringing Rosie back to life.

"No," Rosalyn said firmly. "This is where I was born, I'm not turning into someone else."

They linked arms and started to walk down the street together. "Rosie... I think it's Christmas Eve," Hermione suddenly said.

She was probably right. Rosalyn had no way of knowing what day it was, so she didn't really keep up with it, but not only were there fairy lights on a few houses and buildings, there were people singing hymns in the church.

Rosalyn turned her head to the graveyard. "D'you think they'd be in there, Hermione? My mum and dad?"

Hermione turned to Rosalyn. "Yeah... yeah, I think they would."

Once they got into the graveyard, they split off. Rosalyn couldn't do this alone, but sometimes she liked to be it.

She wandered round the graveyard, almost too cold to shiver. She looked at many gravestones, wondering when she would finally find them...

Meanwhile, Hermione had found a flat gravestone, covered with a thin layer of snow. However, she could still see a certain symbol on the stone under the snow. The triangle-circle-line symbol.

Hermione was instantly interested, wiping the snow off the symbol to see it properly. She then wiped off the name on the stone. "Ignotus... Peverell," she said quietly, reading the name. "Hey, Rosie?"

But Rosalyn had found what she was looking for, and as Hermione looked over at her, she knew better than to interrupt.

She headed over to the grave that Rosalyn was standing at. She had found them.

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 • 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

Died October 31 1981

𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡

Rosalyn was staring at the gravestone, silently uttering every word she wished she could've said to her parents. Hermione soon arrived beside her.

Tears came to Rosalyn's eyes as she thought about Harry. Even though every thought she had had about him recently was filled with bitter resent, she would've wanted him to see this. He didn't deserve not to.

Hermione knelt down on the ground, moving her wand in a circular motion, making a wreath of white roses appear before them, laying against the grave.

She then stood up, resting her head on Rosalyn's shoulder. Rosalyn rested hers on top of her best friend's. She loved Hermione, and not just for staying with her.

"Merry Christmas, Hermione," Rosalyn said, tears in her eyes.

"Merry Christmas, Rosie," Hermione said back, barely whispering.

For a minute, they just rested beside James and Lily, before Hermione leaned up. "Rosie, there's someone watching us, by the church."

Rosalyn turned, and saw a figure, wrapped in black, standing right where Hermione had said. She was limping, and she looked like she was very old. "I think I know who that is," Rosalyn said, remembering what Aunt Muriel had said.