I am not there, I did not die

Hermione stood at the edge of a snow covered grave, the wind cutting through her. She didn't know what had drawn her here. She hadn't come the entire time her father had been dead, over a decade now. As far as she was concerned, his body was buried here, but he himself wasn't. It was hard to explain and yet. And yet there she was, telling him about all the things that had happened recently, including her engagement to Narcissa.