Hope you like this, I was reading my other FF and it was...just inspitring so i decided to write this
Dead and Gone I couldn't belive it, but as i stare at that long box, I knew the words were too true.
It was early, too early. The sound of my sons' laughter didn't make me smile when I heard it. It was just too early.
"We'll see each other in time," you say. When will that be?
I couldn't blame everything on you, because the wizarding world is a lot safer now. With him gone...but is much sadder with you gone.
You died, just like every hero. Leaving a small babe crying on my doorstep. The note was saying that he was yours.
He WAS, Harry.
Did you go to torment me, and your son, and your crying best friend, Hermione?
It hurts Harry, when I had to dress in my old black suit the time I went to see my poor mother inside her wake. Now I am seeing you.
It was torture to see you in that box, that old coffin wasn't meant for someone so young like you.
There, you were lying, with eyes closed. For some reason, i couldn't cry. Seeing you there, wanted to get me to laugh.
Inside my head, I was scareming. "This is a big joke right? My buddy ain't dead! It's too early, and he gave us a swear we'll see him one more time. this ain't my buddy, you got it all wrong!"
But I knew it was me who got it all wrong. Because you were dead and gone, Harry.
It hurts, but I couldn't cry. I looked up to see your son, he is only a year old. Like you when you were left in the damned doorstep of your Aunt and Uncle.
No, not Harry Potter. Please, hell's just too hot now.
I swing my arms and look to my side, sitting there, Lupin. He looks at me, blankly. I look to my other side, Dumbledore, with the same look as Lupin.
I guess they couldn't find the right words to say to me. Yes, that may be it.
I hear voices from around me, them whispereing. I hear them rejoice under their breathes that VOLDEMORT is gone.
Harry, be proud of me. I ain't scared of his name anymore. He ain't any greater than you or Dumbledore. He was just a misguided git...longing for power.
You were the greater, Harry. I am proud to have you as a friend.
No one comes to comfort me excpet my sons. They're the only ones who knows how I hurt. No one notices 'coz I'm a man now, like you told me. I remeber it clearly, 6 years ago, when we were still teenagers in Hogwarts.
"Somehow be a man, Ronald Weasly, and stop squirming!" you were hot-headed at that time. No one knew you were already hurting the way you acted before. although I did, and I try to follow you.
Now that I follow, you aren't here to see it!
I gave my last words of good-bye to your wake,m Harry. "Reast in peace for you will in my heart." I say. Yes, ou will indeed rest in my heart from now on.
I go down the stairs from the old box. I look at it one more time and shake my head. "That ain't my buddy in there." I says to myself. But I knew it was too good to be true for you to come up right beside me and say "here I am!"
I pinch myself, saying this is a dream. You couldn't be dead.
Yes, this is my dream all right, my living nightmare.
Ron Weasley wakes up sweating. His eldest son, Ronald Jr., looks at him. "Dad, you ok?" he asks me.
I look out the window, not answering my son. "Come back." But I knew I was waiting for no one.
It can be a lil confusing, but I hope you like it...plz r&r...=)
