The day her world ended

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, it all belongs to J.K.Rowling

A.N thanks for evry one who read my other fic, I will be updating soon. This is a 1 of fic

Why, why, why? Why all at once. I can cope of one death but two?

Well I've just come back from the second funeral, he was a close friend of mine, Harry. All the doctors said he died in his sleep of an unknown cause. I remember his funeral, the coffin slowly descending into the unknown depths of fire to only come out as ash. that's all it takes a few minutes and a whole life is over.

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I was just starting to accept his death but now my one love has passed well some would say crossed into another life. But know one really knows what happens. We were so close it pains me to think of him, when I close my eyes I see his face his smile full of joy and life he was so carefree. All I felt is that it was slowly eating him up. The cancer deteriorating his whole being. The thing that hurt me the most was that know one would allow me to see him for one last time. They all said it was so I could keep his happy self image in mind and not see what he had become but I would just ask that one thing to hug him one last time and to tell him I love him.

I remember the funeral, so solemn and deep. It was a hot scorching day, the type that would make you want to jump into a pool. But alas that was not possible. Silence swept over the main party of my family which I was in, as the hearse drove up. We all climbed in, the heat playing on the fact there were 7 in the car. It was an inevitable squeeze but know one noticed, to enthralled with there sorrows and sadness. The journey seemed never ending, plodding on and on. Suddenly the journey came to an abrupt halt. No one said a word , but we were all thinking the same thing 'we are here and its time to face it'.

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The church was stuffy and rather confined as it was filled to capacity with sweating bodies. The heat only dragged the never ending sermon on and on. The deathly silence was often broken with the odd sob or wail from the persons present. I was waiting with baited breath, waiting for my part to play in this changing moment. Then it came. As I slowly rose up my entirety in itself feeling like a weight willing itself to collapse. I dragged my weighted body to the microphone in order to address the people with my dedication. I in myself felt nervous, I choked my words fighting the sobs that were threatening to rack at my chest. I rubbed my eyes and said the prayer.

Looking around the room at this small moment of power I observed peoples feeling being displayed, their emotional barriers down and showing the world how they felt. They looked so sad with their blood shot eyes and tear stained faces. I noticed there was not a dry eye in the house. I found it so strange seeing the people that are normally so closed and strong displaying their feelings like this. It struck me so strong and unnerved me. I glanced at my good friend Ginny in the front row, sure that I would see her strong, but I was wrong. My eyes opened with disbelief. There was my best friend crying. I've never seen her cry before and I counted on her to be strong. But through all of this there she was silent tears streaming down her face and her mum in an attempt to comfort her. I glanced down, gathering myself, I took my seat.

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After the emotional service the congregation slowly dispersed from the church, muttering and paying their last respects as they went. Many people left only leaving 7 of us. We all climbed into the hearse no one uttering a word as we drove to my beloveds place of burial. Unlike the first time the journey went rather fast, all of us in hopes of it ending. As we pulled up to the cemetery it dawned on me that he would remain here, due to having no life force in him. The only thing that played on my mind was 'why?'.

We all piled out of the cramped hearse, slowly trudging up to the burial spot. The strong bitter smell of freshly dug earth sneered our senses and lingered there. I peered at the grave as the coffin slowly descended to the pits of not returning. The coffin creaked as it was lowered adding an eerie atmosphere to the already sombre atmospheric state. I was already felling spooked with having to spend so much time in an cemetery, a gust of wind blew by chilling us all to the bone. The prayer was said and I stepped up to the coffin and took the offered dirt and threw it into the grave. Not caring if it was holy soil or not. I plucked a rose from the bunch and tossed it onto the coffin whilst saying my last respects and finishing it with a quiet mutter of 'I love you Draco'. The words chilled through, me those six little words that symbolised the end. 'Ashes to ashes, dust to dust' I broke down into tears and just stared knowing this would be the last time I ever saw my loving dragon.

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I wrote this piece for English, it was on my own experience and I changed a few things so it would fit in. I hope you like it. Read and review.

Love natyslacks xx