The Two Last Bits of a Soul

The Funeral

Remus was in the aisle looking at him self in the mirror, he was seeing a quit slummocky man looking back. He let out a sigh and shook his head. The last full moon had been hard on him. His eyes were red and puffy, and he felt like he was walking in his sleep. Remus corrected his tie, but it didn't help much though. He gave a quick glance at his watch. "Time to go". Nobody (beside him) was in the hall. But there was no hurry; he just liked to be early. " Remus you don't have to worry, the boy will be on time, you don't have to leave right now". He thought for himself. Who was he trying to fool this boy was never on time. He had tried to give him a watch for his last birthday but he never used it and Remus was positive on the fact that he had given it to Dobby. He started tapping his foot on the floor, getting a bit restless.

"Are you coming?" He called up the stairs.

"Sure, on my way". A young mans voice answered.

The werewolf had a sorrow in his eyes. His eyes were grey and blank nothing seemed to be as it should be. He didn't want to show it, especially not to the boy coming into the aisle. He had suffered enough. The time they were living was a troubled time. The young man not even 18 years old, has already lost more than a man in his thirties could ever dream of.

"A penny for your thoughts" Harry asked.

"Oh... you don't want to pay anything to hear my thoughts".

"Well ok".

Remus could see how Harry noticed that something was wrong. He kicked himself mentally for letting him see it. But then it came to his mind that Harry wasn't a child and knew the damages from the war already.

"Now let's go!" Remus said avoiding a possible question from Harry.

"Yeah."

The weather outside was as dark as Harry's mood. The clouds were in black and grey shades. The sun wasn't even close to share a sunbeam with the two men standing in front of Grimauld place 12. And he was pretty sure that sooner or later it would start to rain.

"Whose funeral is it we are on our way to?" Remus felt a blush when he said it.

"Can't remember, it's been too many lately". Harry answered not giving Remus a look, as he started to walk.

Remus felt a bit relieved for not being the only one. The werewolf had to admit he kind of enjoyed the funerals. "God, how sick did that just sound?" But it gathered people. After a whole life of rejecting people around him, he knew it better than anyone.

"Grab my arm then I can apparate us to the church".

Harry grabbed Lupin's arm and felt his stomach turn and his head being pressed from every angle possible.

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"I do prefer flying!"

"If you just learned how to apparate, it won't be too uncomfortable".

"I haven't had much time to spare for that kind of stuff".

Harry told Remus as they met Hermione and Ron at the church. Hermione wore a black, pretty dress, and Ron…well Ron were there too. Let's say his red hair was really bushy. Harry had a strong feeling it was Hermione's doing. His suspicions were confirmed when Hermione blushed and started straightened Ron's hair by the look from him.

"Hello", Hermione said to break of the silence.

"Hey", muttered Harry.

"You're ok?"

"Fine".

Hermione and Ron were holding hands. "It was about time" Harry thought and took a fast look at Ron's hair was still standing out everywhere despite Hermione's try.

"It's sad…" She tried to start a conversation.

"Yeah, I know" Ron answered just for saying something.

"She was such a nice girl… well, a little bit eccentric, but nice."

"She always read that magazine The Quibbler"

Hermione shook her head she never liked that magazine. Remus suddenly became aware of the fact that he didn't know whom they were talking about.

"Who?"

Harry took a deep breath. His green eyes were blank with tears.

"Luna", he whispered. But Remus heard it anyway.

"I thought you didn't remember whose funeral we went to?"

"This was the only one I remembered".

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know".

Harry turned his back to the others. Right now he felt like being alone. He was at the funeral of the person he loved with all of his heart. A tear fell down his cheek. He wiped it away; it wasn't very masculine to cry. Lately his heart had felt so broken, he could not believe it. And now it was too much for him, he had to let it out. His shoulders were shaking like a leaf in the storm, and his face were soaking wet of tears. To many had died for him, and still the war wasn't over. Voldemort is still alive and half of Harry's army lay under the ground. The people still standing is few. Harry sat down on a bench, a few hundred meters away from other people. It started to rain. Harry's tears disappeared in the water falling from the sky and on his face. "And now it's raining too".

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A hand touched Harry's shoulder. Harry jump up with his wand ready in a second.

"Just me."

"Sorry, Ginny". Harry took his shirt and dried away his tears.

"You know Ginny, I'm sorry we didn't work out."

"It's ok I'm over that." Her hair bolted in wet stripes to her face made her look like she thought the complete opposite, but Harry didn't look at her, he was gazing at the coffin fifty feet away.

"Good to hear". Harry forced a smile on his face. It wasn't very convincing though.

Ginny looked at him. She saw how tired he was. Black bags under his eyes, outworn clothes (well, today he had done his best to look good) and he never relaxed, always uptight. "One little surprise would killed the poor guy", Ginny thought. And ever since Luna died he has pushed everyone away. He doesn't smile; the person he used to smile to is now dead. Ginny put an arm around Harry's shoulders.

"It's going to be okay," she said softly.

"Right now it doesn't feel like it Ginny".

"I know, just don't push us away we are here for you".

"Yeah I know, and everyone is dropping like flies around me".

"No, not everyone"

"Not everyone, but the one"

Harry's shoulders started shaking again.

"It's going to be okay", Ginny whispered comforting in his ear and placed a light kiss on his wet forehead.