A/N: This has a spoiler for 'Sweet Release'. So go read it first. This is also set the same day as 'The Marauders by Hermione Granger'. Please review!
-Prim
Rose Weasley sighed and looked around the tent. Everything was set up. All the flowers were perfect. There had been so many flowers sent but I guess it was to be expected. Hugo and Al walked up the aisle helping her father Ron.
He smiled solemnly at her. "Hey, Rosebud." His voice was frail and fragile. She felt tears well up in her eyes and was glad for once that her father's eyesight was so bad. Rose blinked away the tears and turned around. Where had Teddy gone to?
She realized that she was avoiding thinking about the reason they all were there. Then she looked back up at her father. He looked empty. The little that was left of his hair was snow white as it had been for many years. Until a few days ago his bright chocolate brown eyes had held a mischievous light that seemed gone from them now. His face seemed gaunt and stuck in the look of complete devastation. He just stared at the large wooden box that held his best friend. The Boy Who Lived.
Rose hadn't really accepted it yet. All of her friends were around and consoling her about the loss as well as her cousins. They would get through this. She felt horrible for her elderly father. He was alone.
It was almost time to start and none of his old friends were here. Most of them were dead and the few who weren't didn't have anyone to bring them to the funeral.
The third member of the Golden Trio. That was her father. Rose Weasley sighed as she saw tears fill Ron's eyes. This had been the hardest on him. He had never been alone before.
He was the remaining member of the Golden Trio. Mom had been the first to go at only thirty eight. Some of the light had gone from Dad's eyes the day he came home from the horrors of the Auror's office to see another horror scene. His wife dead in a pool of her own blood. She had taken her own life. Rose was fourteen at the time and Dad never was quite the same after that.
Maybe this was punishment or just the natural course of things. Uncle Harry had been alone for the first eleven years of his life, being abused by the Dursley's. Mom had been alone as a kid. She had never fit in, in the muggle world. She had been alone. She had been alone again at the end of her short life. Alone, stuck inside of the insanity of her mind.
Ron really was the only member of the Golden Trio to never be completely and utterly alone before now.
Rose thought of the stories her mother had told her about the Marauders. They had all been alone at one point. Remus Lupin had been alone all of his childhood because of his terrible illness. Peter Pettigrew was alone at the end of his life when he couldn't escape the Dark Lord. Sirius Black had been alone practically all of his life. As a child he didn't fit in with his family because of his ability to love others. Once James died and he was sent to Azkaban he was alone again. Even once he escaped because he was confined to either running from the Ministry or trapped by his past.
Most people would argue that James was never alone. But in all reality he was most likely the one who experienced the worst form of loneliness. His moment of completely being alone was right before his death. When he battled Voldemort, he knew that he was going to die and that would produce the worst form of loneliness a person could ever face because they had nothing to fight for.
Rose felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see her cousin Lily. She walked up to the casket and said there goodbyes to the Boy Who Lived and Loved.