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Just another quick little thing that would not let me alone. I can hear everyone complaining about my sudden urge to write things that have nothing to do with the fics I am already working on. :Ducks and runs as a copy of Order of the Phoenix is thrown at her head:

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They had clung to each other because there had been no one else. No one to cry to or talk to. Laugh at or scream at. There were only people to mourn. A fact that everyone was still trying to cope with.

A year had passed by since they had all left and as the anniversary came closer, so did the want to drink and cry and scream. There was no one to scream at, though, and they had made a promise not to scream at each other long ago.

Bill knelt down before Fleur’s grave as Hermione made her way to Ron’s. They both knew that the other needed to be alone with their past lovers. He had lost his wife and unborn child, she had lost her fiancé.

Others were scattered around the cemetery that now graced the Hogwarts grounds. The graves were all formed around Albus Dumbledore’s. In one night, the cemetery had gone from one man to almost nine hundred individuals, most members of the Order or Hogwart’s students. Bill had been the only Weasley to survive.

It was horrible sitting with Fleur. Not only because of the reminder she was dead, but because of guilt. Only a year since her death and he had long moved on from actual mourning. Hermione had been there with him, and he with her. They had helped each other through and managed to find love where they thought there could only be pain.

His and Hermione’s relationship was something that people questioned, but didn’t judge. They thought that she had just substituted one Weasley for another and that he had just fallen into bed with the first woman he saw. Glancing at Hermione’s rounding belly, he could see where they would get that idea.

She must have felt him staring at her because she looked up and smiled. Suddenly she looked panicked and he quickly made his way over.

“I should not have knelt down,” she said softly. “I’ll be glad when I can move like a normal person again.”

“You were just saying how much you loved being pregnant.”

“And I do,” she said. “I just wish I didn’t need help getting everywhere.”

“What good am I, if not to help you.”

Hermione smiled and he leaned down to kiss her. One thing Hermione loved so much about him was that he always knew how to make her feel better. The right thing to say or the right time to kiss her. Ron had never been like that and though she hated to even think it, she had not loved him the same way that she loved Bill.

“Let’s go see everyone else and get out of here,” Bill said. “I highly doubt you should be walking around so much.”

“Stop fussing.”

Whenever they came to the cemetery, she was struck with guilt and she always felt as though she should stop. To tell him that she did not want to come anymore. Ron would have wanted her to move on and Bill was so wonderful to her.

He held her hand as they walked in front of the other Weasleys. Bill blinked at his youngest brothers grave. In the depths of his mind he could thank him for jumping in front of Hermione to save her and at the same time curse him for it. Hermione had constantly told him that Ron’s death was her fault and she still lived thinking that.

“Remus?” Hermione said softly as they came to Tonks’ grave. The aging werewolf stood up and looked carefully at her.

“Hermione, you look wonderful. It’s good to see Bill is taking care of you.”

He hugged her gently, careful of her stomach and shook Bill’s hand.

“How are you doing?” Hermione asked him gently and looked down at the stroller he had with him.

A tiny little girl looked up at them with eyes that were exactly like her father’s. For all that Remus had hoped, their child looked nothing like Tonks and everything like himself. The month before Andromeda Lupin had had her first birthday party. It had really been a day for everyone to help Remus. When Tonks’ had died, he was more than ready to kill himself. The only thing that had managed to save him was the baby they had the month before the final battle.

“Better, I think. And you?”

“Just waiting for this baby,” Bill said and wrapped his arm around Hermione.

“Pregnancy suits you, Hermione,” Remus said and she smiled at him.

“We’re having a baby shower next week,” Bill said. “We’d love for you to come.”

“I thought those were traditionally women only parties,” Remus said with a hesitant smile.

“Unfortunately, all the women I know would not make much of a party,” she said. “Besides, Bill has not let me out of his sight and he needs some male company.”

Remus laughed. “I’ll make sure I can be there.”

“Get back to telling Tonks about her baby and we’ll see you later,” Hermione said and gave him another hug. She placed a kiss on Andromeda’s head and Bill quickly led her away.

“I feel so sorry for him, sometimes,” she said quietly. “I wish he had someone to help him.”

“He’s managing,” Bill said softly.

Everyone seemed to be managing. The end of the war was supposed to bring the freedom and happiness that people had always dreamed about. Instead, no one was without pain. It did not seem worth it to some. There had been too great of a sacrifice.

“I want to go home,” Hermione whispered the depression was beginning to sink in.

“Of course.”

“I think we should stop this, Bill. I want to let go and be free again. When we are here, we’re only haunted with the painful memories, never the ones that make me smile.”

“I was just waiting for you to say the word, love.”

He grabbed her hand and they began their walk to Hogsmeade. They would have to take the Knight Bus because of Hermione’s condition. As they reached the edge of the grounds they turned as they heard someone screaming and crying.

Hermione gently shook her head and Bill kissed her softly. They had learned long ago that it was no good yelling at ghosts.