Hermione wiped at her tear-stained cheeks and pushed to her feet. With a final glance at the grave, she turned and began the long walk from the grounds. She was sure that Astoria watched from one of the upper windows, as probably did Narcissa, but that didn't matter. She hadn't come here to make amends with either of them; she had come to say goodbye to one of the most significant, most influential people in her life.