Gregory Goyle finally stepped through the gates of heaven. He had waited years for this, and had his doubts that he would even be able to pass through these gates. After the war things had changed. After Vincent had died he wasn't the same. He and Vincent had been attached to Malfoy at the hip, and once Malfoy had moved on he was left in the dust; alone. Vincent was his brother in a way, and without him life was a black hole. He stayed in that dark hole for years until he meant Alyssa.
Alyssa changed him, made him a much better person. They married five years after the battle, and were blest with two children Abigail and Douglas. They had lived the ideal life, and had grown old together, but then Gregory passed leading him to heaven. As he walked around the paradise he searched for his only dead friend, Vincent. Throughout the years when he had felt himself falling back into the deep hole of depression he would always tell himself that on this day, the day he died, he would meet his friend again. Gregory continued to walk around, and as the time passed he looked for another person who had perhaps seen Vincent.
"Excuse me." Gregory placed his hand on the shoulder of a older woman. The woman turned, and Gregory was surprised by how much she looked like his old headmaster.
"Yes young man."
"I was wondering if you've seen a Vincent Crabbe." The woman just shook her head.
"I'm afraid not son, and I've seen nearly ever person to walk through those gates." Gregory nodded.
"Are you sure you haven't. He died on May 2nd 1998." She let out a small chuckle.
"In that case definitely not, I can tell you every person who died that day. There was a man and his wife, a young boy, and a small girl." Gregory sucked in a breathe this couldn't be happening Vincent had to be here somewhere.
"Are you sure?"
"Son, I know who you are, and your friend is down under. Anyone on the other side that died that day never got to fix their mistakes, and where thrown in hell." Tears started to flow as Gregory realized his friend was gone forever.