Harry stood in front of a crowd, nervously looking down at his notes,
"Remus-" his voice was shaking and he had to stop. He was at Remus' and Tonks' funeral, and had been asked by Andromeda Tonks to speak. Attempting to keep his voice steady, he tried again,
"Remus Lupin was my defense against the dark arts teacher in my third year at Hogwarts, and he was one of the best teachers I've ever had. H-he was the one who taught me how to cast my patronus. He was the one who asked me to be Teddy's godfather. He was one of my father's best friends, and he was one of mine as well. Yes, he may have been a werewolf, but he was one of the bravest, most talented wizards I have ever had the fortune of knowing. I had seen, for a while before he and Tonks were married that he was in love. Hiss loss will be heavily felt, and I will miss him always." Harry was crying now. His small sheet of notes lay forgotten on the ground; he was speaking from the heart.
"Nymphadora Tonks," Harry said, almost as a statement, "She was a great auror and a wonderful person. I will always remember the way she would trip over the umbrella stand at my godfather's house."
Andromeda chuckled a bit, despite the tears streaming down her face.
"I will miss Tonks. She was a great friend and encourager through times of darkness, always one with something to say that would make everyone laugh. I cannot begin to describe how much her and Lupins d-death will weigh upon me." Harry was silent for a moment, "Thanks," he managed to choke out before hurrying off the small platform.
Ron and Hermione approached him afterwards.
"That was beautiful, mate," Ron said hoarsely.
"Yeah, it was," Hermione agreed. "Come on, let's go," she said grasping both Ron's and Harry's arms before turning on the spot, disapparating to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.