The funeral home was dark, and crowded with people, all that had come to pay their
respects. Oil lamps hung from the ceiling, casting an eerie glow.
This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't. Casey sat there in the wooden chair, staring
at the casket. His mother was in there. It was only last week that she had run in the 5km
race. And then 4 days ago, she collapsed.
The doctors said she died of a heart attack. Casey still couldn't believe it. His father
Victor Krum was standing at the door, greeting everyone, his face filled with sorrow.
Three hours later the funeral was over. All the food had disappeared from the tables, and
a silence filled the room after the last guest left.
Casey's POV:
The funeral finally ended. I can't believe it lasted five hours. Mum looked so
peaceful in her casket, with a look on her face that made her appear as if she was having
the most wonderful dream in the world.
Dad walked over to me, smiling a very fake, happy smile. "So sport, I think the turnout was amazing. I never knew your mother had so many friends. Hermione was such a wonderful person". He said, the fake smile remaining on his face. "Yeah, I guess so dad," I replied, not meeting his gaze.
"Yeah..." he paused awkwardly "Well, we better be getting home soon, you still have a lot of packing to do and your train leaves early tomorrow for Hogwarts," Dad continued his sentence. "I can't believe you're already in your 4th year!" I nodded, my miserable expression pasted on my face.
My dad started walking to the door, signaling for me to follow. I got up, took one last glance at mum, her brown wavy hair lying still, and her eyes closed. I will remember her like that forever.
And then I walked out the door, never to see her again.