AN: Hey people, I finally started on my new story. I also have a co writer for this one. She helped a lot and I hope that you don't mind her input.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

One Black Petal

By: Bozphin

Co written by: Vogz

Chapter One-

There was a light snow falling on the heads of the Hogwartians and other witches and wizards that had come to pay tribute to their departed loved ones. Though it was winter and the snow was cold, it was oddly warm where they were sitting and staring at the caskets in front of them.

Most everyone was wearing black or red. Everyone except for Professor McGonagall. She was wearing white from her witch hat to her worn out shoes. The priest had finally announced for the family to come up and say their final farewells. But before anyone moved McGonagall stood up and walked to the podium. Her eyes swept over the crowd with sad eyes.

"White." She began. "Not really a color one would relate to death or loss." She had drawn everyone's attention to her. A few people had confused looks on their faces. "But I am here, not to think about how all these wonderful, accomplished witches and wizards died. I am here to remember all the great memories I shared with each one of them and to remember all the great things they did while they were alive."

A few people smiled up at the new Headmistress as she clapped her hands together in front of her.

"And white is the color I would relate to that." She raised her hands up above the crowd and starting in the front row and making its way to the back everyone's outfits turned from their dark and miserable black and their blood red to a bright white in the blink of an eye.

The whole scenario reminded Harry of the last day of his first year. Dumbledore had done the exact same thing when changing the Slytherin banners to Griffindor when they won the house cup unexpectantly.

Harry stood up and began clapping slowly. It only took a few seconds before everyone was standing and clapping along with him. McGonagall bowed her head a little before returning to her seat next to her new assistant Professor Snape.

'Insufferable woman.' He sneered to himself. Snape hated white with a passion, and as quickly as she had sat down he returned his clothes to the pitch black he had been wearing. McGonagall just rolled her red streaked eyes at him.

"Hey, Harry?" Cho asked.

"What?"

"Where is Rose?" She asked in wonder.

Harry looked behind them to where he knew Rose was standing. "She's over there with Sirius."

Cho looked and saw a silhouetted girl in the shadow of a tree with a black owl on her shoulder and a black, scruffy looking dog at her feet.

"Creepy." She shivered.

Harry couldn't help but agree. The whole scene was something that could have been from some kind of horror movie.

Family and friends were now crowding the caskets to bid a last farewell. Many people began placing memorabilia in the coffins. A lot of people put pictures and charms of different sorts in. And others put jewelry and some of the favorite things of the departed.

Harry had made his way to the first coffin to put a photo of himself in it.

"I have mine too." Harry was startled by Roses voice and dropped his picture on the ground. "Oops…sorry Harry."

Harry picked up the photo. "It's alright."

"That was his first picture of you, wasn't it?" Rose asked.

"Yeah." He said sadly. The picture showed a very startled Harry. Collin had taken the picture his first year of school. He had been obsessed with the Potter twins and insisted on having a picture autographed by them. Harry had never given him the picture of course, because he thought the kid was a bit annoying. "I figure, I owed it to him." He had signed the picture in his not so neat handwriting and set the picture in the casket.

"He would have been soo happy Harry." Rose said tearing up. "I brought the one Dennis took for him." She held up the picture with herself and Collin in it. They both wore cheesy smiles as Rose wrapped her arm around his shoulders.

"Yeah, I remember that alright." Harry smirked. "I don't think he stopped smiling for a week after that." Rose chuckled.

"Well what do you expect from a fan who gets to touch his idol." She said dramatically.

Harry shook his head at her as he moved to the next coffin. "I didn't really bring anything for him."

Rose put another picture in Dennis's coffin. "Same day, only Collin took it." Rose smiled at the identical picture. The only difference was the boy in the picture was taller. "Crazy how much they looked alike."

They moved on to Padma next. Harry put a bracelet in and sighed.

"What's that?" Rose asked.

"A friendship bracelet." He explained. "She gave it to me after we broke up second year."

"Really?"

"Yeah." He said. "She said she wasn't mad, because she knew it wasn't working out, but she still wanted to be friends."

Rose put a corsage in Fred's coffin as she sniffled a bit. "It's the one he gave me for the ball. You remember?"

"Yeah, I remember. It was the happiest I had ever seen you." He hugged her. "That is…until Draco came along." Rose pulled away from him with a smile.

"He didn't come because he doesn't like funerals." She laughed. "I don't really blame him. I don't think anyone likes them."

"I don't know." Harry teased. "Snape seems to be enjoying himself." Rose looked towards the grumpy Professor as he sat in the front row next to the sobbing McGonagall.

"Is he doing what I think he's doing?" She said in shock.

Snape was trying to comfort her by patting her on the back.

"Yup." He said evilly. "It's hard to believe. Not to mention priceless." Rose elbowed him in the ribs.

"Can't you take joy in anything that doesn't involve other people's humiliation?" She asked.

"Well…sometimes." He joked. "Winning Quidditch is enjoyable."

"Ok, but that also is humiliating to the team that lost." She pointed out.

"Oh…well…then no, I don't take joy in anything that doesn't have to do with humiliating other people." He smirked. Rose just shook her head with a smile.

"Figures."

They stood a few minutes at each of the Professors caskets. Sprout, Dumbledore, Trewlany, and Burbage with Dumbledore in the middle of all the others. It only seemed right that the former Headmaster be given that privelage. Then came Cedric. He was a great friend to both of them. Harry put an old pair of Quidditch gloves in with him.

"They were a present from him." He explained.

Rose took off one of her Quidditch gloves off and put it in the casket as well.

It was then that Harry realized it. "Why are you wearing those?"

"Well, I figured that we won't be playing a lot of Quidditch anymore so I'm putting them to good use. " She explained. "Plus I couldn't find my winter gloves."

"You know if Mrs. Weasley finds that out, she'll be heartbroken." He teased.

Rose rolled her eyes at him and moved on to Roger and Susan. "I never really had the chance to get to know either of them." She said quietly.

"Me neither." Harry said.

"It's kinda sad."

"Yeah." He agreed.

They stood there for a few more minutes. "Well, I'm going with the Weasley's to see Fred off. What about you?" Rose said. "They turned all of the coffins into portkeys and they will be leaving in a few minutes.

"Yeah I think I will." Harry and Rose gathered back around Fred with the rest of the Weasley family.

And then they were gone.

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