“It’s strange without them.” Harry could only nod mutely. He ran his thumb over the wizard photograph of Tonks and Lupin, captured on Halloween, when Hermione had convinced them all to have one last night to just have fun. Tonks had dressed up as a Spanish dancer and Remus as – surprising everyone – a wolf. He’d given Tonks a red rose, and it was clenched in her teeth. She winked up at him out of the photograph, and Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry’s shoulders. They both smiled, despite themselves. At least they had this. At least they had memories.