The Doctor nodded as they walked, his own eyes squinting at the sun just a little. He was never one for funerals or things like this. He didn't like to be reminded of how short everyone's lives were but his own.
Harry and his brother side by side. He hoped that the grave was still empty for Harry, even though in this place it was highly likely that it wasn't. He had a strange urge to hug the younger version here and tell him he was sorry for letting him die. Letting his arm slip around her waist, he pulled her closer to him as he stood solemnly to look at the twin graves, sighing. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Sarah. "Are you alright?"