The third time was four days after he had arrived on Mary's doorstep and been turned away. She didn’t know him anymore. For those days afterwards he had the feeling, the urge in the back of his mind to go and visit James and Lily. If only to be close to the people who knew him the most, the only people who still knew him, whether they were still around or not. So much had happened in that cold November, and they were the only constant. They would remain the way they were forever. Their bodies may decay but their souls would stay young, twenty one and in love. Knowing Remus, trusting Sirius, loving Mary. He needed some kind of proof that they were still there that they had existed, now that he didn’t have Mary to validate it. So he sat by the grave, reading their names over and over again, reciting facts about them that he knew, crying.