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You'd always go past where our feet could touch
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MAY 2ND, 1999
The weather was quite dreary for an early spring morning, consisting of occasional rain showers that forced all signs of life to wither back into the damp soil. The air was fresh however, full of hints that a new chapter would be in bloom whether the world was ready for it or not.
Harry and Addy weren't sure if they had prepared enough to bid their farewells to their past, which although embedded pain into every one of their fixed graves, held memories that could never be recreated and attained; historic.
They decided to spend the first anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts visiting the graves of the very people who's deaths left them orphaned and alone.
Addy carried Winona while Harry's arm remained draped around her waist, each of the three huddling close in hopes of chasing away the chilliness of the early hours. They were all concealed well beneath an umbrella, mainly to avoid any witches and wizards that were bound to recognize their appearances; they wanted their visit to be isolated from the others.
The Godric's Hollow cemetery gates greeted them like an old friend as they advanced towards the entrance in their own time.
"Are you ready?" Harry breathed out, scanning the land as he pulled Addy closer to him.
"No," Addy responded truthfully, "But it's better now than later, right?"
Together, they pushed past the black gates as they stepped onto the cobbled stones, their hearts guiding them towards the first set of graves, as if it was engraved and memorized into their souls.
The gentle breeze nipped at their skins as they walked against the wind, willing for their feet to travel through the damp grass that numbed their toes. Light droplets of rain littered the earth down below, and the couple were grateful for their umbrella.
At last, they reached the first set of graves that was planned to visit, and Addy needed to blink several times in order to overcome the sudden waves of emotion that nearly knocked her over.
William Arthur Weasley & Fleur Isabelle Delacour-Weasley "It is natural to die as it is to be born."
"Mumma." Winona quietly said, pointing toward the graves, "Dadda."
Harry could feel his heart twisting into a painful spiral as he glanced down at the baby, watching how she had lost too much at an age that was far too young. He could relate on that spectrum however.
"Yes," Addy replied softly, kissing her cheek, "Mumma and Dadda."
She carefully reached into her pocket to pull out a wand, murmuring a simple spell to make a rose appear into her hands. She gave the flower to Winona, who accepted it gladly, before lowering her down towards the ground to set the stem upon her parents' grave.
