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Written for Stickers; Location; Hogwarts - Write about somewhere that feels like home.

Word Count Without AN - 402

In His Arms

She replaced the flowers, checking around her before spelling some water into the glass vase she left there. Ted's name glared at her in the sunlight. She'd already been to see her daughter and son-in-law, revelling in the peace and quiet of the morning.

Teddy was with Harry for the weekend, and though she loved bringing her grandson, and telling him stories of his family, she always felt rushed because his boredom knew no bounds.

The first year, she'd found it difficult to visit at all, but now, four years on, she'd come to terms with her grief. She hadn't rid herself of the pain, that would never happen, but the pain had lessened and become a part of her, so familiar that she could function around it.

To lose her daughter, her son in law, and her best friend in one fell swoop had been difficult, but there was another loss, one from years before, that added to her ever growing pain.

That loss was one she feared she would never get over, or learn to function around, because she'd lost him alive, without closure, without end.

Still, at least here, at the graveyard, she could bring flowers and talk and look after them.

Standing up, she pressed her lips to her hand and touched the stone marking her husband's grave, before she apparated home.

As soon as she arrived, she knew something was different. There weren't any tangible changes, but she could feel it none the less.

Entering her house cautiously, she found a figure standing by the fire with his back to her.

"A bit late, no?" she asked, storing her wand away. "I expected you years ago."

He turned to look at her, raising his eyebrow. "I rather thought I should give you some time. Grieving is a process, is it not?"

"I've been waiting for you for so long," she replied, stepping forward. "It almost feels like a dream now that you're actually here."

He moved towards her, and, when he was barely in touching distance held his arms out to her. She stumbled forwards, falling into his waiting arms, marvelling that, even after so many years, his embrace still felt like home.

"I missed you, Rabastan," she whispered against his neck. "For so long, I've missed you."

"I love you, Andromeda."

They were still wrapped in each other when the Aurors arrived, to take him away.