"Are you going to be okay?"
"I have to be," Sirius said firmly. "I have to be strong for them both."
"You sure you don't want me to come along?"
Sirius shook his head. "I know you don't like going there. You've told me before.
Plus, full moon's in a few days, and after the amount you drank last night, you should get
some rest while you can."
Remus chuckled. "After three cups of coffee, I don't think I'll be resting much."
"Then take the kid out to collect sweets from Muggles," Sirius suggested.
"Teddy's six months old, Sirius. What's he going to do with a bunch of sweets?"
"Give them to his father, I assume."
Remus grinned. "He's a good son, a very thoughtful boy."
The ground of Godric's Hollow cemetery was not covered in snow like the last time
they had been there, but the cold of October left a sparkling frost on the grass that
crunched when they stepped forward, slowly closing in on the marble headstone. Harry
approached the memorial stone with a bouquet of pink lilies in his hand, having come
prepared this time. He did not feel the stabbing pain in his chest; instead, a dull ache
reminded him not of his own pain, but of the suffering and grief he had known Remus and
Sirius had gone through, and that Hermione was going through now. He would have to be
strong. Strong for his family.
He reached out and brushed his fingers against the engraved names, hoping that his
parents could give him that strength.
James Potter - Lily Potter
27 March 1960 * 30 January 1960
Died 31 October 1981"'The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death,'" Harry whispered as he set the
flowers down at the foot of his parents' graves.
He turned to tell Hermione and Sirius they could come forward, having assumed
they were both giving him a moment to himself. However, he did not see a sad couple