An Unusual Existence
Prologue
Today, out of all three-hundred and sixty-five days of year, the heavens decided to open in full rage as the rain literally poured off the shingles and leaves in the small, but prospering town of Haven Hollow. Indeed, it was to be a miserable day in the lives of all the inhabitants of the newly formed town, and to them, the rain was nothing in spite of the event that took place on this solemn day. Today was the day that everyone would let go.
The main street was lined with witches and wizards all dressed in similar mourning attire. Large black cloaks and hats shielded them against the hard, whipping rain that threatened the very occurrence of the event that would finally put to rest thousands of young men and women who fought for their lives in the War that would soon become known as The Black War.
The procession would begin at the City Hall, and the march would continue on through the city's gateway to a large field about a mile from the city's limits. The field would officially become the first cemetery.
The thousands of caskets were lined up and ready to begin their journey. It was to be done in a simple fashion. Each casket was to be carried by four members of the newly publically recognized organization entitled The Order. This organization, originally established in the early years of Voldemort's rise of power, was founded by no other than Albus Dumbledore, who was now a predominant hero in the eyes of all inhabitants of the Magical World. It was continued in the years after his death, and was the one organization that brought on the fall of the Dark Lord. It's leader, The Boy Who Lived, stood at the procession's head.
He stood with resistance. It was not his obligation nor want to lead such a reception; however, it was at the urging of all his supporters and towns inhabitants.
"What other has the place to lead our dead to their peace?" They cried.
Harry Potter thought of no one, but all in same he didn't believe he should be the one either.
"I've already led them all to their demise, why should I now be the one to lead them to their peace?" He asked his friend Ron.
"Harry, you brought our world peace and restoration, its only right you give it to those who helped you." Ron answered.
Harry sighed heavily as he stood in the rain that day. He wished he were anywhere but here, but as it turns out, he was there, and he would lead his people to their peace. He wasn't alone, however, which in light, brought his spirits up from totally miserable to a fairly tolerable sadness. At his right was the newly inducted Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt. To his left was his best friend Ronald Weasley. Surrounding them were a number of others, including the Weasley Family, Neville Longbottom and his grandmother, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas and other leading majors in The Order that fought with Harry.
There were two people in particular. A child of three years, carried by a young woman with particularly beautiful auburn hair and bright blue eyes.
The procession began and ended in a matter of a quarter hour. Each casket was lowered into its individually marked beds of dirt. The holes were filled in and a soft Hymn could be heard in the distance. The woman carrying the child stood next to Harry, who was looking off in a different direction.
"Would you like to take him? To see his parents I mean…" She spoke softy, afraid of unleashing a hidden rage that was resting deep within him.
"You take him. I'll meet you over there. There is someone I need to see first." The woman said nothing but obediently walked away.
Harry walked slowly, thinking every step of the way. He came up to the huddle of Weasley's, all gathered around two headstones. Mrs. Weasley ceased sobbing only to take Harry in her arms for a split moment.
"They were both so proud to be on your side dear…" She managed to say. As the family began to part, Harry stayed. He shrunk to his knees and read:
Here lies George Weasley Here lies Ginny Weasley
A fighter of Good A fighter of Good
She was gone. Forever. And he would never see her face again. He wept.
"Look Teddy, its Mummy," The woman placed one little hand on the white headstone labeled:
Here lies Nymphodora "Tonks" Lupin
The child made no reaction to the acknowledgement, other than a glare.
"And here is Daddy," She continued and did the same thing with the child's hand.
"Daddy…" He replied. However, to the woman's late recognition, the child was staring not at the headstone, but at his Godfather, of whom had just appeared. The woman didn't need to look hard to realize the tears that had been recently shed on Harry's face. After several moments of silence, she continued.
"And Grandma and Grandpa…" Something seemed to register in the boy's head, for he spoke once again.
"Grandma…Nana!" A smile appeared across his little face and he began humming a lullaby. The woman simply brushed a few pieces of hair that lay in his face and picked him up.
"You must say goodbye." She said sternly. The boy stopped his humming.
"Bye-Bye." He made a weak attempt at a wave and laid his head on the woman's shoulders. She sighed heavily.
"You should take him home." Harry told the woman. She nodded in understanding.
"And you?" She asked.
"I'm not ready." She turned and began walking away. "Ariana!" He yelled. She turned back round to face him. "Don't bother waiting up."
A/N: Okay as you know this is just the prologue. The way I'm going to layout this story is pretty different. I'm going to have regular chapters, but in between them I'm going to have…I guess you can call them flashbacks, for example, the first one will be in between chapter one and two, entitled "The Death of Ginny." They are to inform the reader of past events to keep them in sync with what's going on in the present story. Cool? OKAY!! Thanks, don't forget to review please
And all those reading "Happy Ever After" don't worry I haven't abandoned it, I just have taken a slight break to contemplate where I'm going with it. THANKS!