AN: Hey readers, long time no see. I just wanted to leave a quick note before you start reading this story. It will not be in order! I have decided, since the story was inspired by listening to My Chemical Romance's The Black Parade repeatedly while going to and from college that I'd preserve the order in which the songs are listed on the album. Will it be confusing? I hope not, I tried my best to leave clues throughout the chapters to help you with pinpointing where it lies chronologically.

I hope you all enjoy reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it.

As per usual, Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. Lyrics from The Black Parade belong to My Chemical Romance.

The Black Parade

Track 01 – The End

Now come one come all to this tragic affair

The air was stifling on the mid-July date. The sun was up high in the air as hundreds began filing through the narrow cemetery gates. Low murmurs filled in the silent void. Most were openly sobbing. Others kept their faces stoic. The crowd parted as a new group made they way into the cemetery, heading toward the platform poised in front of the seats.

Wipe off that makeup, what's in is despair
So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot
You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not

Ron Weasley supported his sister as they made their way down the aisle. Trails of blackened mascara slipped down her face. Ron's face was impassive. He looked straight ahead, his eyes remained unmoving. The reporters would later write of how he was the rock for the community to hold on to during these heartbreaking times; a brave leader in this time of confusion. Hermione walked along side him, her eyes were red, but no tears fell. Six walked before them supporting the casket. All wore black cloaks with small patches on the arms. It matched the one on Ron's arm.

If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see

The photographers turned and great plumes of colored smoke hovered in the air. A weak wind pushed them off the mourning crowd before they disappeared entirely.

The sea of black slowly reformed as they passed by.

You can find out firsthand what it's like to be me

The trio had finally reached the front row. The six had placed the coffin in its place and found their seats. Ron eased his sister into a chair next to their mother. Hermione sat beside her, clutching Ginny's hand. He turned, straightening his shoulders, and stepped up to the dais that was beside the coffin.

The other guests found their seats and waited for the eulogy to begin. The cameras went down, the quills were poised.

So gather 'round piggies and kiss this goodbye
I'd encourage your smiles I'll expect you won't cry

Ron cleared his throat and looked out to the crowd. "Thank you all for joining us here in this time of mourning when it should have been a time of great celebration. After six years since the return of You-Know-Who was acknowledged by the Ministry, the war is finally over. But in this victory there is also tragedy. We have lost many family members, friends, neighbors, coworkers, and now our greatest hero." Ron paused, allowing for several in the crowd to reach for their handkerchiefs.

Another contusion, my funeral jag
Here's my resignation, I'll serve it in drag

A lone figure stood on the small hillock besides a tree. A gust blew the hems of their robe. The dark hood was drawn up covering their face. Today was not a day they wanted to be disturbed; especially by this crowd.

Ron had opened his mouth to speak once more. The lone figure tilted their head to listen better. This was going to be good.

You've got front row seats to the penitence ball

"Harry was my best mate and my comrade in arms in the fight against You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters. He knew all his life it was going to be him against You-Know-Who and he accepted his destiny to help protect all his friends. He understood the sacrifices that he had to make even when we couldn't understand his reasoning. But I never thought the sacrifice would mean him. He was willing to put so much into this fight to save everyone else, regardless of the cost to himself." Ron stopped once more, inhaling deeply. "Harry had gained his courage from his father, who stood up alone against You-Know-Who to allow his wife and child a chance for freedom, and he gained his selflessness from his mother, who sacrificed her life so he could live. Harry gave his life so we could live in peace." Ron paused rubbing his eyes, for effect.

Ginny was sobbing in the front row.

Regaining his composure, Ron continued, "In the recent years, we used to talk about what we were going to do after the war. I always thought he'd get into politics to help rebuild our society."

When I grow up I want to be nothing at all!

"But he said he'd done more than his fair share of trying to fix politics. Instead, he was going to play Qudditch with England's national team and lead us to victory at the next Qudditch Cup."

The crowd was able to release a few chuckles. They faded.

I said yeah, yeah!
I said yeah, yeah!

"He was like a brother to me. I'm going to miss him so much." He paused again, allowing the mood to settle back down to its state of mourning. "But, as the new leader of Dumbledore's Army, I know our work is not finished. Harry's sacrifice cannot be in vain. I vow to root out the remaining Death Eaters and bring them to justice and finish Harry's work!"

Many in the crowd stood up and cheered. Ron turned his head slightly, allowing a photographer to get an opportune shot.

He continued, "Let us all say our final goodbyes to Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the Chosen One, and the one who finally killed the epitome of evil." He walked out from behind the podium and went to his sister, who threw her arms around him.

C'mon C'mon C'mon I said

He started walking her toward the coffin. A bouquet of roses had appeared in her hands. She was shaking her head and burying it in his cloak.

Save me!

When they reached it, she lifted her head to gaze at the large ornate coffin. "No – no… not my Harry…" The roses fell to the ground. She tore away from her brother and threw herself on the coffin, screaming, "He's not dead! You can't take my love away from me!"

Get me the hell out of here

The photographers were having a field day as Ron tried to gently remove his sister from the casket. "Please Ginny, he's gone. There's nothing you can do." He attempted to steer her away.

Save me!

"No… Harry! Come back to me, my love. Don't leave me here alone. Harry!"

Too young to die and my dear

Hermione clutched her shoulder and bent down to soothe her friend. "Ginny, he's gone and you're making it harder for yourself. Come along Gin."

You can't!

"Harry… Don't leave me!" she sobbed once more before sinking to the floor. Her black dress lay spread about her. "I'm sorry," she whispered, barely audible to those around her.

If you can hear me just walk away and

The cloaked figure watched the scene with dismay. He turned on his heel and Disapparated with a 'Pop.'

Ron and Hermione both picked up Ginny, who had fainted, and carried her off the stage, seeking comfort in the shade.

A faint wind crept in, blowing a few petals away from the crushed bouquet.

Take me!

Anaticulapraecantrix, 2008