A/N: hello everyone! i haven't written for HP in a while and was suddenly struck with an idea!
SPOILER WARNING: IF YOU HAVEN'T READ DEATHLY HALLOWS YET TURN BACK!!!!
i don't know if that is still necessary, but just to be safe ;)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter unfortunately.
Coffins of all shapes, sizes and colors were neatly lined up by the dozens behind the platform on which Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, stood. They were the coffins of those who died fighting in the Final Battle at Hogwarts.
Fred Weasley, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin, Severus Snape, Colin Creevy, and so many others had been lost and were now being put to rest.
A sea of faces looked up at him, some were crying, others were passive, but they all had something in common – they had lost someone.
Harry cleared his throat nervously as he began to speak. "They died as hero's, but they were far more than that." His voice boomed across the lawn because of the sonorous spell. "They were friends, brothers, mothers, fathers, lovers, and more."
Harry shifted uncomfortably as he spoke, whishing his speech didn't sound so emotionless, after all these people had died for his cause, helped him defeat Voldemort. "I didn't have the honor of personally knowing…"
Harry paused.
It was the pause that truly caught everyone's attention. It spoke volumes, described the true significance of the loss in ways Harry couldn't manage with words.
Harry's hands shook, and tears spilled from his eyes, blurring his vision. "I-I'm so-sorry." He choked out abandoning the rest of his speech. What else could he say?
A/N: hope you enjoyed it, now please Review because Death loves you!