"Twenty-three years. I still remember their names."
"Whose names?" Ginny asks as she walks beside Harry through the memorial on Hogwarts grounds.
"The Fallen 50. I know every name of every person who died at the Battle of Hogwarts."
"You don't still believe it is your fault, do you? No one blames you, Harry."
"No, nothing like that." Harry pauses for a moment, looking back over the neat lines of grave stones, one for each person who died at the final battle. "They each have their life for me. They were willing to sacrifice themselves, trusting that I would be able to finally end it. Each of their lives bought me more time to find and destroy the final Horcruxes and kill Voldemort. I owe them more than I can ever hope to repay. Remembering them, remembering their names, seems like a small thing to do."
"That's really beautiful, Harry." Ginny took Harry's hand. "Maybe you could teach me their names too?"
"Sure, Gin." They continued walking past the memorial, remembering those who were lost.
