In a wisp of black smoke, the dark with apparated to the eastern cliffs of Dover. Transfiguring few pieces of rocks into a pyre, she cremated the remains of her parents. She sat there watching the fire rise and fall, burning away bit by bit, until there was nothing but smoking embers and ashes. Only upon the first rays of the morning did she look away from the ashes, eyes puffed and red due to exhaustion. This was the final thread that tied her to her happy old life. The fire burnt it off and now she would shed no more tears. The only ones who deserved her tears, her mourning, have been put to rest, honorably this time. With a wave of her palm the ashes rose up and let it fill up a small wooden urn. She dug a deep pit and buried the urn. A stone marker placed at the head of the pit, she carved a family of 3 otters. With a final look, she warded the place to repel muggles and other wizards, and disapparated back leaving behind a bouquet of Daisy and White Carnations at the foot of the marker stone.