I tried and tried the best I could to get myself to breath. The rumble burned and stung my chest and inside on that eve. The Final Battle was finally won and I was among some or none who were lost. I payed no attention to how many had entered only to those who hadn't crossed. I prayed silently I was the only one, who couldn't say, "I love you I'm glad your fine, you sweet son or daughter of mine." of course I was thinking of my family, my dear mother and dad. I could only imagine how deep and how lonely they were on top of just how sad. I sighed and willed myself to speak, wanting to know more about this place. Where there jokes and pokes and silly wands that could jokingly put someone in a daze? Where there people who needed a laugh, or just a small pick-up? Oh God I hoped there weren't stupid magicians who hiccuped. Those kinda people just ruined it, for the audience and I, I also wondered to myself if there was any throwable pie. I walked past the gates, and to the golden lane, 'this is service,' I tried to joke, but really I felt some pain. I wanted to be with family, and I didn't want my brother to slack, and just as much as I them , I know they wanted me back. Though for the sake of my sanity and their's I walked on bravely, and as I stumbled on, I realized know one's faces were gravely. There was Lupin and Tonks, looking down on their beautiful son, and there was Professor Snape, who's Potions essay I'd never begun. There was Mad-Eye, taking a swig of his magical drink, and there was my uncles, which whom I haven't seen. I walked in further, and glanced back quick. There I saw my mother and father checking off a list. I saw my mom say, "funeral, it still can't be true." I saw my dad hug her and I cried, "I really miss you." my mother turned as did my dad, and I waved one last time. I climbed the golden stairs and picked up a small dime. I saw God staring at me, as I tilted my head up-ward he told me quietly, "that's for you son, don't use it upward." on the back of the coin it said 'message' and I whispered to the coin, to go and find my family and tell them I'd love them forever more. I glanced up at God, my grin apparent and a joke on my sleeve, he cracked a smile too and said, "I'm glad you now don't have to leave. Rarely does any angle dare to crack a joke or fable, they think because I'm so great, I am not able, though you know very well young servant I love to joke and laugh, and that is why I thank you for now giving up your past."