Hello! This is my second story. I hope it will be more of a hit than my first one. Read and review please! Thanks!
GINNY'S POV:
We were in all black and everyone was crying. Ron was holding Hermione. Dad was holding Mum. Everyone had someone to comfort them, except for me. My someone was in the white marble coffin in front of the crowd. Harry was dead, and there was nothing I could do about it. I didn't even get to say good-bye. Voldemort killed Harry Potter and now he has taken control of the wizard world. You may ask how we could let this happen. Well, how could we? Harry had gone alone to Voldemort and Hagrid had carried him back, lifeless and dead in his arms. Now, here we were, mourning his loss in secret, hiding from Voldemort, and the usual. We all slowly approached the coffin to say our final words. We gathered around his coffin and Ron stepped forward. "Harry was my best mate. We're going to miss you." He said. "Harry was like a brother to me. Good-bye, Harry." Hermione said. She ran back to Ron and buried her tear-streaked face in his shoulder. "He has saved our family many times. We could never thank him enough." Mum and dad said in unison. It was my turn to say something. I had been thinking of the most appropriate thing to say. I only had one idea. I stepped up to his coffin, kissed my fingertips, and laid my hand on his forehead. "I loved him."
I know it's short, but it's kind of like an epilogue. Hope you like it!