A Good Life
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Silence. The sound of the wind sighing through the trees. I turned to my neighbours and whispered quietly, "the height of summer, and its always cold here. Do you think the wind is in mourning for all who have gone before?" My companions smiled sadly, and nodded in agreement.
The crowd of mourners moved away silently, and I stepped forward to read the inscription on the tomb. "It's not really adequate, 'beloved husband and father' seems so bland for to the love he showed us all of our lives. But yet, it summarises what he most appreciated, his family.
My brother and sister smiled and James said "Dad would have been happiest with this though, no mention of the past, the destruction of Voldemort, and everything. The Ministry, thank Merlin, never got its own way for the hideous statue it wanted to build. The stone memorial in Diagon Alley listing all who fought was the best thing. They should all be remembered."
"You do know" said a voice behind them, "his best achievement was overcoming his bleak childhood and bringing up such well-balanced children in the glare of publicity. It was not easy for any of you, especially in the early years. That to me, says everything about him."
"Aunt Moine! Stop creeping up on us!" Hermoine smiled and waved over to the cars at the edge of the cemetery. "Come on now, your mum is waiting, this cold wind is not so good for her any more."
Albus, James and Lily looked again at the tomb, whispering together, "Goodbye Dad, thank you for the good life we had. I hope you're having fun in the next adventure."