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The Ending
Dark clouds covered the sky as a drove of people all dressed in black solemnly crowded the cemetery. The war was over and Voldemort was finally defeated, and the crowd was there to pay their respects to the thousands that had died.
The first three graves attracted the most attention. They read:
Ronald Jonathon Weasley
Beloved Friend, Son
and Brother
Hermione Gabrielle Granger
1986-2005
Beloved Friend
and Daughter
Harry James Potter
"The Boy Who Lived"
1986-2005
Beloved Friend
and Son
Little boys and girls left flowers while their parents cried. Behind the trio's graves, tombstones doted the land as far as the eye could see and beyond, many belonging to those that they had loved. But what those who wept did not realize was that even though the gang was not among them, they were together, which was all that matter to them. They sat upon silver clouds as the played wizard chess and Exploding Snap. They had grand feasts every night companied by fireworks provided by Fred and George. And every day there was always an adventure.
As People started to leave it started to pour and the trees swayed in the brewing storm. But before you head for cover wipe the tears from your face because those in the heavens are already crying for you, they're crying from the happiness of the fact that life is still within you and that one day, when you are old, you will join them, but they cry the most because you shed tears for them when there is no reason for those tears to be shed.
When your face is dry remember this: every grave has a name, and every name has a story, and those stories will be told for centuries. But the one story that will be told the most and remembered the longest will be the story about "The Boy Who Lived."