Harry had first brought his wife here the day they had begun to move in. Coming upon the pair of headstones, it was Ginny who now tenderly brushed back the autumnal leaves that had gathered over their resting place. Kneeling, she turned back and accepted the bouquets of fresh flowers Harry now passed to her. The new Mrs. Potter arranged each one lovingly before rising up out of her crouch and resting her head on her husband's shoulder. It touched Harry deeply at how she was clearly struggling not to cry. The sound of trick-or-treaters carousing up and down the streets of the wizarding village behind them didn't help matters.