Title: The burning sky
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Prologue
The procession itself was grand beyond belief. A train of people dressed in the deepest black imaginable, followed a snow white coffin, to the cool marble tomb that stood a few paces away. Leading the procession is Minerva McGonagall. Dressed in a deep black dress robe, she led the procession, her eyes containing some deep hidden pain. She moved slowly, supported by Poppy Pomfrey, her close friend. Minerva held her head high, as the procession treaded forward to the tomb, all the while containing the tears that were threatening to spill over. She could not believe that Albus died, furthermore by the hands of the very person he trusted. Of all people, Snape? She came to a sudden halt, as she have finally reached the tomb. Poppy leant close to her and squeezed her hand slightly before walking off.
Minerva took a deep breathe before turning around.
"Albus Dumbledore was a great man, one of the greatest that ever lived…" her voice continued in a monotone, her eyes carrying great sadness in them.
She numbly stepped down from the pedestal and let Hagrid take over her place.
Seated in the front row, one Harry Potter clenched his fists in anger. He saw the way Professor McGonagall moved, the way all those at the funeral behaved. Harry vowed to himself that Voldemort would pay, for all the pain and suffering he caused to him and the rest of the wizarding world.
"Are you alright, Harry?" Hermione asked softly, leaning across Ron to stare intensely into Harry's green eyes. He flushed awkwardly before replying equally softly, "Yes. What's the matter?"
Hermione shook her head, "nothing's the matter. You just seem… a little distant."
A loud, wailing cry pierced through their bubble. Harry and Hermione turned forward quickly, only to see their headmaster's body lowering slowly into the tomb. As they watched, a bright, white light blinded them, and all they saw was a flash of deep red before the tomb was sealed forever.
Harry could not stop a few tears from trialing down his cheek as he watched the crowd of people go past him; back into the castle.
"It is not wrong to cry." A soft, warm voice murmured in his ear.
Harry turned around, only to face Ron and Hermione, standing there, waiting for him. It was then the dam broke. Tears poured down his face, akin to torrents of rain, as he sobbed in his friends' arms. Hermione hugged him gently, while Ron patted his back soothingly, as they waited for his tears to abate.
Finally, the tears stopped. Harry unwrapped himself from the two friends' embrace and wiped away all traces of tears.
"Thank you." He said simply. Ron and Hermione nodded, answering "We will always be there for you Harry, never forget that." With that, the three friends walked back to the castle. As Harry turned back to have one final look at the tomb, he thought he saw three silhouettes by the tomb. It was all gone in a flash, Harry shook his head; continuing to think of his next move in the game; where one wrong move, means death.
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