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Ten years; he'd known of this place for ten years but this was his first visit. He wasn't sure why it had taken so long for him to come here.

He stood in a small clearing surrounded by trees about two miles outside the village of Godric's Hollow. There were only seven people who knew about this place; it wasn't a secret but those who had the knowledge refused to speak of it.

He wanted to run and hide and pretend that he'd never been here and that it didn't exist. But the person next to him would never let that happen, the warmth from her hand and the love that came across the silent bond made sure he stayed here.

Hermione kissed him on the cheek and the laid a white rose on the gravestone, his mother's favorite according to Remus.

"I'll leave you a lone for a little bit, remember I love you and so do they," said Hermione as she walked to the edge of the trees.

The only thing that marked the grave was a small granite stone. He had never known the two people buried here, could never have known them. But the small stone some how seemed the to be the right way to remember them.

A huge gaudy display is the way most would remember two heroes, but he was sure his parents wouldn't have wanted any fuss and only have wanted family to be able to come here.

He stared at the stone for a long time before sitting down on the grass in front of it and starting to talk.

"Hi. I know that's a bad start but it's the best I've got. I'm sorry if I've ever acted in a way that would disappoint you, Sirius says I haven't so I hope he's right. I killed Voldemort three years ago, don't worry it wasn't out of vengeance. I've all this time to think about it and I'm not sure how I feel about it, I'm glad I did it but I'm a killer. Does that make me as bad as him?

Oh! I'm always bad at introductions. The woman over there, that's Hermione and I love her, hope you like her. Remus says you'd both be proud to call her daughter just as I'm proud to call her my wife and my love.

The little one growing inside of her is of course your granddaughter. We're going to call her Molly. I hope you don't mind Mum but she's always been there for me, you'd like her a lot.

Little Molly is the reason I'm here. I've been offered the chance to be the Auror In Chief. I know I could do good and make the world better and safer for her and every one but it's dangerous and my luck is running out. I don't want to leave Hermione on her own and I want to see Molly grow up. I know that's selfish; but it's all I've ever wanted, to make sure that my children don't grow up, like me; alone and scared."

Harry sat in silence after talking to his parents, as if to let them think about what he said. Looking up he saw the sun setting.

"Sorry, Mum, Dad, but I've got to go, Hermione will be getting cold. I'll come back soon."

As he stood he took one last look at the stone and read the inscription.

James Potter and Lily Evens Potter

Beyond all, they were friends.

Such a simple thing to say, but to both generations friendship was the cornerstone of there lives.

He walked slowly over to Hermione and took her hand and held it like it was the only thing keeping him tied to the earth.

"They'd be proud; no matter what you do," said Hermione, her hand unconsciously rubbing her stomach.

"But will she?"