The funeral
The day you’ve been dreading had come, the day of the funeral. Your hair had settled into a light blue, no matter how many times you had tried to change it. Ever since the battle you had lost control of you metamorphagus powers. You had dressed your little brother Teddy in a tiny black tuxedo that you had sewn by hand, you wanted it to be done right. You and your grandmother, Andromeda decided to combine Tonks’ and Remus’ funerals together, you’re sure that’s what they would have wanted. Although you really weren’t ready, you had to go, so you did. So many people were there and you had no idea who over half of them were. You hadn’t realised how popular your mother had been! Your grandmother knew everyone, and apparently everyone there had met you as a baby, but for the first 10 minutes of welcoming people, you didn’t come across one person you recognised until: “Hey.” You turned around and saw the whole Weasley family. Well, no. It was as if someone turned the brightness down on their lives when Fred died. “Hi, so first we’re doing the funeral procession, then the burial and we’re all going to meet up back at home afterwards, so if you want to come, feel free.” It was difficult not to cry while saying all this. You didn’t meet anyone’s eye, you didn’t want all those pitying looks, you didn’t want to accept that this was real. You didn’t think you’d have to deal with this for ages, but here you are. A couple of people made speeches about the two, and then it was your turn. You step up and say: “My mother used to tell me, that if someone says you cannot do something, then you should prove them wrong. On the night of the 2nd of May, I made the mistake of telling her she shouldn’t go and fight. Ever since then, I couldn’t help but think, if I hadn’t told her not to, would she not have gone? But it was only today I was able to answer my own question: it wouldn’t have changed a thing. She would have not have sat around and let everybody else go and fight. She was always like that, she went on an Auror mission three days after giving birth to me, even though everybody told her not to. She was her own person, she never let anybody tell her how to live her life. She was one of the most loyal people I’ve ever met in my life, she’d do anything, and I mean anything, for the people she loved. I just- I just wish I could have gotten to say goodbye.” Your voice broke on the last sentence, and as you stepped down tears were streaming down your face. More speeches were made, and it was time for the burial. You couldn’t bare the thought of that this was the last time you’d ever see your mother in this world. You and your grandmother had decided to bury the two in Godric’s Hollow, it was a beautiful place. You laid down flowers on the grave and whispered “Goodbye.” When everybody came back to your house afterwards, you sort of wanted them to leave. You wanted to stop pretending that you are ok, because you really aren’t. You had to nod and smile, and laugh at funny stories about the two, when all you wanted to do was cry. But hearing all of this, all the stories, all the shenanigans she got up to at school, all the fun she had, it made you realise, she died happy. She had love, she had a family, she had tons of friends, and knowing that, it made you feel a bit better. You still felt sad, but you knew it will be ok.