Hermione rubbing at her hairy face was still funny - though not as much as Ron - but Harry's mirth was fading the closer they got to the graveyard. He wasn't sure how he should feel, really. Mostly, he just really wanted to get this done quickly and without a problem. He thought his mum and dad would probably have understood that. And he could come back later, when things were safe and he could just. . . deal with what to feel or do then.
"Right. In the back," he agreed, and kept his eyes straight ahead - or tried to, for the most part. He thought he saw a pair of headstones off to the left with a flash of familiar names. But he just kept walking toward the mausoleum. When one of the knot of people grouped around an ornate stone a bit off to the right turned to look at them, he ignored it, though he slid his free hand into his pocket to wrap around his wand, just in case. The woman watching them just looked puzzled, watching Ron and Hermione more than Harry.