All Was Well?

Chapter One

As Harry stared straight out to the sea, the wind tossing his black locks of hair carelessly back and forth, he could not help but feel a certain numbness spread out within himself. It was taking away all that he could feel, and all that he once hoped.

She was gone, and that was a fact. But Harry found himself swimming in an endless sea of denial. One that he could not be easily rescued from. He was drowning in his sorrows, and his children were well aware of that.

They were broken inside too, but not as broken as their father, for they believed that not only their mother had died, but a part of their own father had died as well.

The funeral has taken place hours before. They buried her beneath the heavy soil beside her brother, and the other members of her family. As Harry watched his lovely, lifeless wife descend into the depths of the earth, he told Arthur Weasley to stop from lowering her down further.

Molly Weasley, his wife's mother, had tears of sorrow stream down her cheeks, and soak the curly strands of hair that ran loose in the wind. She wailed as Harry opened the casket, and looked at his wife once more. Her lips were pale, and her eyes were closed. She looked as if she were peacefully sleeping…But an eternal sleep that tore the insides of Harry. In her arms, was a young infant, who looked as well, sleeping peacefully, but Harry knew. He knew his beloved wife was drifting away from the world, and sent to a realm where his mother and father resided. A realm that he could not be with her.

Harry wished. He desperately wished that he could join her, for all purpose in living was nonexistent. She was the very reason why he had made it through all the years. She was the very reason why he survived the swarms of newscasters, and media vultures. And now she was gone…

He pressed his warm lips against her cold, and reluctantly closed the casket again.

He pushed back all instincts of crying, for if he cried, that would be the end of his sanity.

And so he remained sitting on the cliff, staring out into the stretching sea. Not feeling. Barely living. And not knowing what will happen next.