A woman walked into the graveyard. She was wearing all black, from head to toe. She walked over to two graves. They said...

Here lays Richard Stalhand
Loved Son, Father, Friend and Husband
Gone but not forgotten

The one that lay next to it said...

Here lays Gabriella Stalhand
Loved Daughter, Mother, Friend and Wife
Gone but not forgotten

The woman was Roxane Stalhand, the daughter of Richard and Gabriella. Roxane put a single rose in front of each grave. Roxane dearly missed her parents. They only died when Roxane was thirteen. Roxane could remember the day she found out that they were killed. She was eating dinner in the great hall of Hogwarts. She and her friends were having fun laughing and joking about stupid little things. Then the head master came in and asked her to come with him to his office. When he told her the bad news and that she had would be living with her uncle and aunt until she finished her schooling.

Roxane wiped the tears that were coming out. Roxane picked up her handbag and was about to go, until she felt someones hand on her shoulder. Roxane turned around to see who it was.

Walking into the graveyard to visit her older sisters grave when she unexpectedly came across a fimiliar woman standing in front of two graves. Walking over to her she put a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Roxanne?" she asked, if she had listened to her better judgment she would have left her alone, but here was a place that every one knew the hurt of missing a loved one.

Gwen stood there Roxane smiled. It was nice to see someone living in the graveyard. "Hey Gwen. What are you doind here?" Roxane asked. The answer was kinda easy to answer. Roxane already kinda knew but still she asked.

"My sister is burried just over there," she said, smiling back a little bit when she did and pointed down a row of graves to their right. She looked down at the headstones and back up at Roxane, "Are these your parents?" she asked.

"Sorry for your loss" Roxane said to Gwen. "Yeah they are my parents. Died when I was 13" Roxand told Gwen. Roxane looked down at the headstones. Her parents named carved into the stone. Roxane could remember the day they got burried like it was yesterday. People around her saying sorry and her parents shouldn't of died. She remember people talking to her Aunt and Uncle saying that Roxane was only a teenager and how the death wuld probably throw her into a deep depression and stuff.

"When did it happen?" Roxane asked. She was talking about Gwen's sisters death.

"I'm sorry for yours too." she said sympathetically," Thirteen is much too young to have to loose anybody close to you, especially your parrents, She died about three years ago, but she had been having health problems a long time before that.."She told her, Her ex husband had refused to let her go visit her before she passed away, not even to her funeral, it was only the second time she had visited her grave. Or how it was partially her fathers fault for not getting proper medical care for her when they had been younger.

"That sucks" Roxane said. "Yeah I know. The thing that sucks the most about my parents death is that they were murdered. It was because they didn't side with the death eaters." Roxane sighed. Talking about her parents death was not a thing she talked about lots. Who would want to talk about there parents death. "Were you and your sister close?"

"That's horrible. I cant understand why other people can do things like that to other people."She said, the things she had seen and heard people do to one another disgusted her "Yeah, we were five years apart, and growing up it was just me and her most of the time.

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"Yeah well. I have got used to them not being here" Roxane said. "You don't have to spend all your time here standing at my parents graves. We can go see your sister's if you want" Roxane said. "If its ok if I come I mean."

"Yeah, that's fine." She said leading the way down a row of graves until they reached a poorly kept one that between the moss and dirt said: Am J ne vin, Lov g d gh r, s ter end with a date of birth and a date of death some twenty-five years later. With a wave of her wand, Gwen cleaned it, her sister deserved better than the forgotten and moss covered stone. "That's better" she said, the stone now reading Amy Jane Ravin, Loving daughter, sister and friend

Roxane looked at the grave. It wasn't the biggest, nicest grave in the place but it was still nice. Unlike her parents graves. That were giant. Roxane looked up at Gwen. Roxane said "Do what you like. Pretend I'm not here if you want."

Gwen smiled and placed a daisy on the grave, a silent apology for not being there when she needed to be, but she'd take care of her now, even if it was too late to do any thing for her and just keeping the grave looking nice. "It's kind of funny, this is the first time I've been here. My husband wouldn't let me visit her or go to her funeral ."