Author's note: I know this isn't chapter 8 of IYDIYD, but I'm still writing it! This just popped into my head during one of my two hour breaks at school. Anyways, this will be in 5-parts. It's the reactions to Lily and James' death.
Disclaimer: I don't own HP in any way. That's all JKR.
Rain
Part one: Remus
It was raining. It seemed that the world and God himself were mourning with me. I peeked around the same semi-circle of people who came to the funeral. The people who loved them in some way or other.
It wasn't a public funeral. It was for those closest to them. For those who knew them personally. I did notice that Lily's sister, Petunia, was not in attending. How could someone's own blood relative not show up? I looked around at Dumbledore, McGonagall, Slughorn, Marlene McKinnon and Mary Macdonald, they all looked as torn apart as I did. The only one missing was Sirius.
James was the brother I never had. He believed in me and my condition. He never turned his back on me because of it. He thought it was "cool". Regardless, I still loved him, even if he was ridiculous. He made me feel like I belonged and I thanked him every day for that.
Lily, she was a great person. She was always courteous to me before and after she and James got together. She was the best thing that happened to James and he was the best thing to happen to her.
I just can't believe they're gone. I always thought of them being invincible. I know we all aren't, but I felt they defied everything terrible—like death—because they didn't deserve it.
Tears instantly welled in my eyes. I tried holding them back, but I couldn't any longer. I placed my forearm over my mouth to muffle the sound of my sob. I looked around at everyone again and noticed they, too, were crying, but it could have just been the rain.
After the funeral was over, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see Dumbledore's piercing blue gaze x-raying me. I couldn't take it, so I looked away. He simply patted my shoulder wordlessly and walked away. He didn't have to say anything; the look he gave me was enough. Things would never be the same.
When I got back home, I quickly poured myself a drink. I raised it silently in the air.
"A toast to James "Prongs" Potter, one of the best mates a bloke could have."
I took a swig and raised my glass again.
"A toast to Lily Evans-Potter, the most unselfish soul to grace England and possibly the planet."
I took another swig and raised my glass for the last time.
"To Harry James Potter, the boy who lived. May he know his parents loved him and were the greatest, strongest and bravest people the world will ever know."
I gulped the last of my fire whiskey and sat down. It was still raining and I knew no one would ever forget the Potters.
A/N: I know it's quite morbid to think about Lily & James' funeral, but for some reason I felt compelled to write it.
So tell me what you think. :)