Author's note: So who thinks my temporary vacation from fan fiction has gone long enough? Anyone? Anyone? I do! So in the spirit of getting back into my stories I've started another new one. *Happy dance* and this one I actually will be finishing! *gasp!* Amazing right? Not to mention this story will be long. Long as in over ten chapters! *double gasp* See my vacation did help with something! I realize for anyone whose never read another one of my stories is probably like "What?" but fear not you'll learn to love my pointless Author's notes. So enough of this rambling and, on with the story.

Warning: In advance I should probably tell you that this will become a slash! Nothing major, major, but a slash none the less. So if you dislike like slash don't read this!

Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters with in it. However, if I did Draco and Harry would have fell madly in love, and would have had little Potter-Malfoy twins with emerald eyes and blond hair. Just saying...

Thanks times a billion to my faboo Beta Slytherinchickk!

"You could shed a tear because they're gone. Or you can smile because they lived." ~David Harkins

Prologue

Crying; one of the most natural reactions in the world. I can't think of a single person who likes to, but it's good for you. It proves we are all human beings. We all cry at one time or another. Sometimes over little things, hurt feelings, break ups, but other times over not so little things, like death. Crying is the one thing everyone can relate to each other with. We all cry, but I can honestly say, I can't think of another time when I saw so many people crying at once, all over the same exact thing.

I looked around the elegant, enlarged room, that was filled to capacity, though no one minded being squished all together. There were, at least, a hundred perfectly filed rows of chairs, someone sat in each and every last one. It had to be the thirtieth time I glance around the room, seeing the same weeping faces over and over again; all in an attempt to keep my gaze from falling on the hand carved, ebony casket in the front of the room. Instead, I study my shiny black dragon hide boots.

I know, eventually, I'll have to look, but I just can't bring myself to, not yet anyway. If you told me months ago that I'd be here now, trying as hard as possible not to cry, I would have told you that you were out of your ever-loving mind. It almost scares me how things change, and how quickly they do. Though I won't question it; if fate wants to twist my life around so cruelly, who was I to stop her? I guess it's just another unsolved mystery. I'm up to thirty-four of them now, not that I normally keep count. Harry, on the other hand, did. Harry. He would have wanted me to at least look, I thought.

Slowly, I raise my eyes up from the floor and look directly ahead of me. His ebony casket is placed there, among thousands of beautiful, pure white, lilies. I smile softly. Lilies, they always were his favorite, in honor of his mum. Tears begin to blur my vision and I choke back a sob, biting the inside of my lip with my teeth. He made me promise I wouldn't cry, so, of course, I have to try and keep calm for as long as possible. I just have to clear my head for a second and the tears will stop forming.

In my effort to keep the promise, I listen to the conversations around me, immediately recognizing the voice of Weasley consoling his seven-year-old daughter as she sobbed into his chest, distraught at the loss of her godfather.

I peer down at my silver watch. It was noon on the button, and as if on cue the crowd hushed into a silence. It was time. Gathering myself with a breath I stand on shaky legs, almost as if I am testing them out for the first time. I walked over to the golden podium, front and center of the room. Public speaking has never really been a favorite of mine and having thousands of glassy eyes staring at me was unnerving to say the least. I felt my mouth go dry like I was chewing on cotton balls. With a swallow, I open my mouth to begin the eulogy. The one that I hadn't bothered to plan. The one that broke my heart to give.

Author's note: If you've read my stories before I'm sure you can probably tell by now this is going to be out of the ordinary for me. But hey what's fan fiction without a little challenge? My next chapter depends on feedback, the more i get the quicker I'll type.

So, reviews would be lovely. After all how can I improve if I don't get feedback?

-QueenOfTheGryffindorks