Harry Potter and The Last Horcrux

He had come on a peaceful and perfect spring day to the white tomb by the lake.

“It’s finally over. I know you probably knew that it would happen. I just thought you’d like to hear it from me.”

He placed his hand on the polished stone and ran his fingers over the name engraved on it. He pulled back and looked out onto the lake.

“I never had a chance to thank you and how grateful I am to you for… everything,” he paused and smiled softly at the tomb, “But I’m sure you knew that too.”

A soft snap sounded from behind him, he turned and saw a red-haired girl coming towards him. He watched her as she approached him. He looked into her eyes and smiled at her. She smiled back at him as came up beside him. She put her hand in his and looked down at the tomb.

After a few quiet moments she softly spoke, “He’d be proud of you.”

He nodded and gave her hand a quick squeeze. She squeezed back and gave him a brief kiss on the cheek.

“Come on. We need to get going or we’ll be late for the farewell dinner and I know McGonagall will not be happy if we’re late. Especially at you.”

He nodded again and looked at her with a quirky smile, “I heard you thought this would be a boring year.”

She smiled at him and chuckled, “I should have known better,” she looked into his eyes, “But I’m happy how it ended.”

He squeezed her hand and nodded. He turned and looked the tomb of his mentor one last time before turning and walking hand-in-hand with her back towards the castle.

The end had come.

It was time to let go.

It was time to move on.